Trevor Noah Abel Novels & Stories

That was all he said Then added casually “Not really my type.” The boys exchanged surprised glances. Trevor… talking like this? To a girl? Casually? Claudia shook her head. “You know what, I’m leaving before your ‘not-my-type’ girlfriend gets the wrong idea.” She walked out without waiting And Trevor’s eyes followed her. For a brief second, something unreadable flickered across his face. Then— “Yo,” Noah called, breaking the silence as he stepped forward. “You need to see this.” He showed Trevor his phone.

“Calm down, you don’t need to go on a rant to explain, Abel already told me a little about the new issue.” “Wait, he did?” Noel nods. “When he drove me home from the hospital, we talked about a lot of things. He told me about his past and how he and his mother arrived here, I also know his father isn’t his biological father and helped with getting them out of their home country and the abusive real father.” “Oh,” he says quietly. “I wasn’t expecting that, I’m the only person outside of his family that he has ever shared that with. That means he really trusts and respects you as a friend,” he adds with a warm smile.

He hadn’t expected them to trespass in the villa but he had expected them to manage a faulty mission which exposed their chain of command and organisational values. “He would’ve listened to you. Come up by the house later, okay?” Amair, one of his kind, would extend an extravagant lunch invitation in middle of the storm. He said that to Noah, when Noah was just six, yet learning how to follow mind links like threads, that he’d create his own recipe. Desert for the dying. Where last morsel of good food in his mouth while he was breathing in his last, would be ultimate dream come true. How simpler were those times? “I have to sort out a lot.” The clipped reply didn’t send Abel’s hope crushing,

Abel stepped out. “She's not around.” “Where is she?” He roared. “Bring your voice down. Stop shouting like an insane man.” Abel said to him but Noah suddenly grabbed him by the collar. “I have no interest in talking to you.” He pushed him. “Where's she?” “And why should I tell you?” Noah looked at him. He always wanted an excuse to kill this man and Abel is making it easy for him. “I need to talk to her.” “Leave your message.” Abel said.

I tilted my neck, showing the redness that had a slight cut and burned a bit. "Ooohh..." He expressed sympathetically, "I can totally understand that. I have a wife who's short but lovely. I'm Trevor." He stretched his hand for a handshake. I gladly grabbed it and shook it, smiling. "Finally someone who gets me. They always think I'm making up excuses and trying to be a rebel kid when I'm not a rebel kid." He nodded understanding my statement over Noah's still blabbering statement that had filled one page of the book that the reporting officer was noting down.

I nodded. “Hope everything is going well for you? And your project and more?” He asked with concern. “Sure, yeah. Of course. Who's your collaborator?” “It's this hockey player. His name is Noah. Who's yours?” “A hockey player too. Trevor Casper.” He parted his lips and his head arched back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You gotta be kidding me. Seriously? How?” He chuckled, asking surprised. I paused for a while. There's absolutely no need to tell him about the deal and all. “I've known Trevor for a long time. Since high school actually.” I nodded truthfully.

“She's been talking to this Abel guy for quite some time now, I never asked her about it. The other day, I heard her say she loved him. I'm sure it's the guy she left me for.” Victor watched his friend. “This Abel guy doesn't have a second name? We could run a check?” “No, no.” Noah shook his head. “How's your dad taking the news?” “He is mad.” Noah answered. “He is really furious. He doesn't want a scandal so he's probably looking for a solution, I want nothing to do with it.” “Stop drinking man.” Victor took the bottle from him. “You need a clear head.” “I tried calling her a thousand times, her number doesn't go through.” He pulled out his phone and dialed her number again. “Maybe she'll

He took a step forward, firelight carving deep lines in his face, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “But their rebellion isn’t strength. It’s cowardice—cowardice dressed in ambition.” He let the silence speak again. Then, like a blade finding its target, he said the name. “The man behind this… is my uncle.” Gasps tore through the crowd. A woman near the front crossed herself. Someone else spat into the fire. “He’s eaten at our table,” Noah said, louder now. “He’s fought beside us. He’s bled with us.” His eyes flared gold.

"Ruby. Do you still have my number? I'm Noah." *****

No, someone. Where the hell is Trevor?