Trevor Noah And His Mom Novels & Stories

] Trevor: [You're the little baby. Then, Leighton sent a sticker to tease Noah. Wenham asked again: [What baby are we talking about here exactly?] Stella: [@Noah, you're right.] The group chat went quiet for a moment. Suddenly, it erupted with messages in the next second. Trevor: [Keegan is outrageous.] Leighton: [Unbelievable!] Noah: [Finally, I won't be the youngest in the family anymore! Hahahaha!] Trevor: [That fool doesn't deserve this at all! I should've prevented them from being together in the first place!]

Kristen’s [POV] I raised my eyebrows. “And why is that?” “He told me I didn’t have a mother,” Noah said. “He said I was weird for not having a mother.” I frowned. “Dan doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” I said immediately. “You’re not weird at all.” “I told him so,” Noah said. “I told him that my mommy was coming back. And you did.” I raised my eyebrows. “Uh… Noah, sweetheart… You know that I’m not your mommy, right?”

"I've contacted the media at the Godoy Group to cover up this news but I do not have much contact." Noah perfectly understood that.With the nature of Tristan's extended family,one had to be careful in his moment of vulnerability. "What about his mom and Grandma?" "I can not tell Lady Jane.It might kill her and his mom hasn't been of good health lately." Noah nodded."I'll contact more media companies that I know.When you got the call at the house that he had been in an accident,did they tell you what happened?"

“There is no beach in sight for now. She laughed. “It is beautiful, Grace. I wish I was there with you now.” “Me too.” I said, “Where are Mum and Noah?” I asked. “Mum is sleeping. After eating dinner, she went to bed. Noah is out with his friends but I think he has a girlfriend.” She whispered the last part like someone would hear her. “Hmm. Why did you think that?” I asked, eager to hear the soph spill everything. “He picks up calls more often than before, he puts more effort into his dressing when going to work, and he asks mum to teach him how to cook,” I burst into laughter, tears almost coming out of my eyes.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

"Mom, what are you even saying? She's Hope. She came back to apologize to you." She moved toward Mom and wrapped her arms around her, soothing her as usual. But Mom didn't calm down. She only got louder, with venom spilling from every word. "You worthless brat! Useless! I wish I could just crush you both to death!" Grace tried to comfort her. "It's okay, Mom. Hope isn't going to hurt you. You're safe here." She even shot an apologetic glance at the livestream, hurriedly explaining, "Everyone, don't take my mother's words seriously. She's just overwhelmed and probably confused at the sight of Hope."

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

My parents were enjoying their vacation on the beach of Morrodon, and they had befriended a couple who complained about how much child-rearing cost. My mother started bragging about her achievement, telling her new friends how she had put the fear of God into her troublesome son and how I only needed 20 dollars every month. Then, she started boasting that she had managed to train me out of ever needing money. I couldn't help but think to myself. 'Beautiful words are only ever used to hide the ugliest of truths.' For the next few days, I had no choice but to follow my mother and stepfather in silence. They didn't even mention my name throughout their vacation.

"She's not my mommy. I don't have a mommy." I started screaming. "Please, stop talking about her. Please." "She wet herself. Look." The whole room went dead silent. I went rigid. I stared down at my legs and started yanking at the hem of my muddy dress, trying to cover the dark wet patch. I caught Mama's eyes. She was even angrier than before. I was sobbing. "Mommy, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in." "I am not your mother. And what are you doing carrying that filthy rabbit around? Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"

Zach sighed crossing his arm and he suddenly looked dejected, the green of his eyes losing their sparkle. "I didn't come here to cook you know. I've just been feeling so..." He struggled for words, then ran his finger through his hair in frustration. "I guess I deserve this tho, after the death of my Mom, I went off the deep end and built up this reputation of being a freaking playboy," he said chuckling, albeit bitterly. I gaped at him. His mother was dead? So the Mom he was always referring to was Noah's mom, his Stepmom. But why was he telling me any of this?