Trevor Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

Travis' girlfriend's voice cracked as she cried and pleaded with them. "Travis has the decision," Noah said coldly. This is the first time I am seeing Noah this cold to someone. His aura is often sweet and friendly. I never thought he could be like this. What if it got to the point that Travis would do the same thing to me? I shake my head one after another to remove that thought from my mind. "The van outside is ready to take you to the port." That was Noah's answer to Travis' girlfriend's request. "But--" Travis interrupted what he was going to say.

Thank the heavens that I don't have to walk very far! I move over to the doorway and gently push the door open. I stand in the opening as I gaze into the room. Trevor is laid out on a bed with a blanket pulled up to his shoulders. He is pale and still, which freaks me out and horrifies me. I see Noah sitting beside him with his head in his hands and his mom, Millie is curled up in a ball on a chair on the other side of the room. “Is he.. dead?” My words barely come out as a whisper, but still, Noah looks up. Standing quickly, he moves over to help me over to the chair, where he seats me. “Are you okay?” He asks me and I nod.

No, someone. Where the hell is Trevor?

The night was unusually quiet when Noah arrived at Liam’s penthouse, holding a small drive in his hand. His expression was tense—grave enough that Liam immediately put down the files he’d been reviewing. “What did you find?” Liam asked, voice low, steady, but full of restrained fear. Noah hesitated for a moment, something he rarely did. Then he said, “You need to hear this… but it won’t be easy.” He plugged the drive into the laptop. A single audio file appeared.

He looked at Noah, expectantly. I drank some water, turning my head in Noah's direction. "What? Why are you both staring at me?" He asked, fidgeting in his seat. "Well, aren't you good with blabbering? Com' on tell us the story." Officer Trevor responded to his question, straight forward. Noah got offended with him pointing at his flaw and I quickly recovered it. "He means to say since you're the man of the house, he wants to hear it from you, dear." I patted his shoulder, smiling and secretly hoping it worked.

"Maliyah,I breathed.How…you…how…I was so flabbergasted.Someone pulled me off her and I realized it was Timothy."Noah read aloud. "Oh my God,they met again."Zoe cooed. "Finally,his suffering will be over but I have a feeling that she's going to pretend not to know him." "She better not." Noah was leaning against the headboard on the bed with Zoe between his legs as he read to her one of the romance books she had just bought.

Aurora sits frozen, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. Noah straightens his tie, glancing around the table. “None of you can even think of opposing me,” he says, his tone icy. “You all have skeletons in your cupboards. And I assure you, I know exactly where they’re buried.” With that, he buttons his jacket, adjusts his cuffs, and strides toward the door, Nile trailing closely behind him. The moment Noah steps outside, his phone dings. He pulls it from his pocket, his eyes narrowing as he sees an unknown number. It’s a video recording.

--- Nobody spoke. Noah clicked play. --- For several seconds, nothing happened. Just static. Soft background noise. Then movement. A chair shifting. A glass touching wood. The tiny sounds of someone preparing themselves to speak. And then— Jasper. --- Not CEO Jasper. Not keynote Jasper. Not boardroom Jasper. Not the carefully constructed version of him that existed in public memory. This voice sounded tired. Human. Alone. --- "Well." A small laugh followed. Dry. Amused. A little sad.

"Let me go." He let my hand go and looked down at me with a condescending smirk. "I want to help you." "What do you know about me?" "I know you want to waste a good set of bones and organs on this pothole-ridden road." "What?" "Weren't you just fantasizing about suicide?" "How did you even hear me?" "I have a very good pair of ears." I scoffed. "What do you want?" "My name is Noah, and I'm the man who is going to save your life."

I panic and Noah pulls me closer to his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist, trying to calm me down. "Babe, please keep calm," he urges. "We will find them." He stares at my face for a while, smiling brightly so that I can relax as well. "The only way to find out what is really going on is to go back to the book," he says and I shake my head. I do not want to go back to that book for any reason. It has scared the life out that I can barely recover myself. "I don't want--" "Hold on," Noah cuts me off, looking like he is deep in thoughts. "Was the voice a male voice?" He asks and I think about it, I definitely heard a male voice.