Noah Sebastian Parents Novels & Stories

"You're just a harmless dog with no teeth, Frost. I am not afraid of you. I hope you and Sienna will be ready when I take you to court tomorrow. You better tell her to pack the twins' bag." "You seem to forget that I know everything about you, Blanchard. If you will have the guts to take us to court for our children, I will make sure that you never see your parents again." I scoffed. "Oh, please, Frost. There is nothing that you could do to my parents. They are as powerful as you think you are." "Sarah and Clint Lopez, Mississippi. Does it ring a bell?" My eyes immediately opened wide from shock. I couldn't have ever imagined that Sebastian could have information about my biological parents.

Zakari’s voice booms throughout the large foyer. I shut my eyes tight, praying to the Lord to just take me. Life was hard enough when Zakari merely hated me and my family. With this new development, I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to kill us all. “I asked a question, dad. What is this?” To my surprise, he stops beside me, anger pouring off his large frame in waves. Sebastian’s eyes harden with annoyance. “Mind your language, son. If you must know,” his gaze softens when it strays to Mama, “I asked Naomi to marry me tonight. And she said yes.”

I looked around and found a note by the nightstand on my side of the bed. "Good morning. My parents arrived this morning, and Seb and I had to do some things. Sorry, I am not here, but I won't be long. Wear something nice. I would like you to meet my folks. Yours, Noah," it read, and I became nervous instantly. We never discussed meeting his parents. I remembered my experience with Pamela. Was Noah's mother as kind as Pamela, or was she a snub like the elites? She is a lady and the Stepanov heir of her generation. I also heard that she was stern and could be heartless sometimes.

He looks like he regularly visits the gym, but when you’re the leaders of an entire magical kingdom, I can imagine being in good shape is a requirement. “Where are my parents, anyway?” Sebastian asks. Thanos looks around until he spots them and points, “Over there speaking with some of the High Families. Perhaps avoiding them might be best,” Thanos says sympathetically. “I’m not avoiding my parents all night just because they can be stupid at times,” Sebastian says grabbing a hold of my hand, “I’m not staying in the closet just so they can be comfortable,” he says firmly. “Sebastian, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You should listen to Thanos,” I implore, glancing over at his parents.

They had already been in the hotel room for two days, and Elizabeth was beginning to feel uneasy about leaving her stepson for so long. “Then you choose. Do you want it or not?” Nathan gave her the opportunity to decide. Elizabeth fell silent. Whose child was Noah, anyway? Nathan was Noah’s biological father. So how could a father be so relaxed about leaving his own child? “Remember, Noah is your son.” Elizabeth tried to remind him. Perhaps Nathan had genuinely forgotten that he had a son. “I know. I don’t need to be reminded.” Nathan smiled casually. “Besides, we look alike. We’re both handsome and cool.”

He had gone to the office rather than the penthouse, somewhere neutral, not loaded with the specific history of their performance of a family that had never been real. Noah arrived with his school bag still over one shoulder, which meant he had come straight from school, which meant he had been waiting all day and had not wanted to be alone with it in the apartment. He sat across from Adrian’s desk and looked at his hands for a moment. Then looked up. Adrian told him plainly. The result was negative. Not his biological father. Noah nodded. Once. The nod of a person confirming what they already knew.