Total Drama Noah Novels & Stories

"It's either you tell him to leave, right now, or I tell him all about your fancy parents. I'll tell him about the cigarettes your daddy makes you buy and all the meals you cook for mummy dearest. I'll tell him the kind of family you come from. Every sordid detail I know. I know you think I don't know much. But do you want to risk it?" My lashes flutter. "You won't. I'm calling your bluff." Noah releases my chin. "You're gonna try me?" He still has me caged to the wall, his body pressing against mine. My gaze flicks to Hardin. He's coughing and clutching his arm. He spits out blood. He's in pretty bad shape. He's hurt. Do I really want to test Noah? I know he knows about the cigarettes and t

Walking over to Gwynn, he held her shoulder and flashed her a faint smile, “Did you make a friend? Aren’t you going to introduce us?” She had no idea how much he saw, but she had no choice but to do as he said. “This is Ewan Mills. He’s a rising star in the entertainment industry. He’s the male lead in the popular television show, ‘Windchaser.' “This is Noah. He’s my husband.” … Noah said with a smile, “I’m more than that. Aside from being her husband, I’m also the father of her two children.” As always, he derived joy out of being sappy.

she tells Noah, he trembles as he walks to me. “She threatened.” he corrects. They look at each other, Noah takes my hand. Maria is with Declan. One for each child, they pull on the confetti canister, it erupts. Not a hint of blue in sight. Noah smirks at me, “Two girls.” After congratulating them, Noah pulls me upstairs. With the loud music coming from downstairs, no one hears when Noah screams, “Harder! Harder!!” THE END. A BRIEF TEASER FOR; THE TEMPORARY HUSBAND.

What did he know? What had he seen? Noah leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes briefly. He wasn’t here to cause trouble. He had made that promise to himself. Low profile. No drama. Just school. Just peace. But now it felt like drama had found him anyway. And the man—whoever he was—wasn’t going to let this go. He could feel it. The game had already begun. And Noah wasn’t sure what side he was even playing for yet. ***

Julian and Marcus were leaning against the hood, talking. They looked up when they saw him. Noah looked at them. His wife. His children. His brother. His sister-in-law. His best friend. None of them cared about Donor 452. None of them cared about the Trust. They just cared that he was there. Noah smiled. He walked down the steps, leaving the police station and the past behind him. He was Noah West. And he was finally free.

Daniel’s mouth curled into a cruel grin when he saw me. “Well, well, well,” he announced, voice slurred. “If it isn’t Romeo and the Whale.” The words hit like a punch to the stomach. Noah’s face darkened instantly. “Daniel. Shut up.” But Daniel wasn’t done. He stepped forward, waving his arms like a circus announcer. “Look, guys! Noah Carter — future college athlete, possible NFL god — hooking up with Jessa Lombardi, who’s… what, like a size ‘I need a forklift’?”

“The dancing… It pays the tuition. Mom left me nothing but bills when she died. Dad’s in prison for fraud. Scholarships only cover so much. I started small private parties, then Inferno. It’s just a job.” Lila’s expression softened, but only a fraction. “And the guy? The one who dragged you out like you were his property?” I hesitated. Telling her about Elliott meant crossing a line I couldn’t cross. But lying to Lila felt worse. “He’s… my professor. Dr. Elliott.” Her jaw dropped. “Your ethics professor? The one you blush every time he calls your name? Jesus, Noah.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s complicated.”

Leah corrected. Noah paused. Then said, “Yeah. Alive.” The line ended. Leah remained sitting for a long time. When she went downstairs, Daniel was in the west study with the door open. He was reading a document, but looked up as soon as she appeared. “Noah says boring paperwork saved the day,” she said before courage failed. Daniel’s expression did not change at once. Then his mouth moved. Barely. But unmistakably. “He is not wrong.” Leah stepped inside. “He also said he has no dignity because he acted mildly dead in a hospital hallway.”

And Adrian had already proven how expensive that risk could be. A soft breath left her lips, almost invisible. “No,” Noah said. The voice cut through the room. It wasn’t loud, but it was sharp enough to change the temperature of the air. Everyone turned. Noah had stepped forward, still slightly unsteady, still carrying the aftershock of the earlier dizziness that he refused to acknowledge. But his gaze was locked on Adrian. Not Lydia. Not Hayes. Adrian. “You always bring chaos into her life,” Noah said quietly. Adrian didn’t flinch. He didn’t defend himself immediately; he just looked at Noah for a long moment.

Standing at the end of the aisle… was Noah. Liora quickly turned away, heading toward the cashier. But Noah moved fast. He followed and stopped right in front of her, blocking her path. “Liora.” Liora looked down. “I don’t want any drama here, Noah. Please.” “Too late. I think the drama started with you,” Noah said, eyes narrowing. Liora looked up. “What do you mean?” “Don’t pretend you don’t know! You sent your new husband into my company.”