Trevor Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

And finally, Noah's voice from the night of the confession, stripped of the apology, stripped of the love, leaving only the rage: "I cannot handle secrets right now! Why can't you move? Lose your mind?" The clip ended. In the recording, Noah didn't sound like a desperate husband trying to save his wife. He sounded like a man unhinged. Violent. Controlling. "They cut it," Noah whispered. "They took out the context. They took out the pregnancy." "They made you sound like a monster," Aria said. Noah dropped the phone on the duvet. "That's Exhibit B," Noah said. "Exhibit A was the photo. Exhibit B is the audio."

As if sensing my confusion, he further said, “Noelle showed me your picture.” “How do you know Noelle?” I asked instantly, feeling a bit protective of my friend. He chuckled at my reaction. “I am Trevor Zachary, Noelle’s boyfriend.” “Oh,” was all I could say. I kinda liked this guy by looks. He would look great with Noelle. “How is Noelle? I didn’t get a chance to talk to her,” Trevor let out, frustration evident in his voice. "Trevor," I began, my voice soft as I turned to face him, "Noelle... She's not doing well. She's been crying."

The next time i woke up i was feeling better, i got dress, went to reheat the soup that Lucia left for me, checking the time i saw it ten o'clock, guess i was really tired to sleep for that long, after finishing the soup i check the fridge and see that we need groceries, grabbing my small bag and phone i went to the market with my headphone on i was listening to an audiobook that i found earlier, this is my first trying this method I'm more of a having the hard copy in my hand type of girl, i got to say this audiobook is not that bad but i do know i will have to go the library for a hard copy. i was minding my business looking for some potatoes when someone stop short in front of my cart, i

“If it’s your leg, I can drop you off.” Nathan looked up at him like he’d just heard the most ridiculous thing imaginable. A bitter chuckle escaped again, sharper this time. “Don’t fucking act like you fucking care.” The curse words slipped out before he could stop them—raw, uncontrolled, born from exhaustion and fear and years of pent-up anger. Nathan braced himself for the backlash, for the anger he remembered so well. But Noah didn’t react the way Nathan expected. He leaned back against the car door, arms crossing loosely over his chest, and let out a single, quiet word.

"He won't stay here. And we're wasting time." McCannon ground his jaw and rose to check the building before ducking back down. "You two take the front. We'll come in from the right. On three. One-" Raven's scream pierced the air, stopping Noah's heart for the third time tonight. An uneven breath frosted before his face. He didn't wait for orders. He climbed the hill, kicking up snow in his wake. As he secured his footing atop, wood splintered. The crack echoed off the water and bounced back. The door to the shack burst wide, catching in the wind.

"What do you mean by 'leaving'?" "Leaving. Flight's in three hours. He's done, Isabella." "Just like that?" Hardin moves toward the door. "Thought you didn't care." He leaves without another word. I sink onto the floor, my legs giving out beneath me, my body collapsing in a heap. My head falls into my hands. Noah is toxic. He is a predator who cleared the woods just so I’d have nowhere to run but into his arms. He’s a man who would burn the world down just to be the one to hold the extinguisher, to be my saviour. They used to see him as a broken record with bad tattoos and worse behaviour, a walking disaster, and when he came back, I didn't recognise this polished version of him.

A low playlist hums from the speakers — old Arctic Monkeys — threading through the crackle of laughter and the hiss of beer cans opening. “Alright, I’m throwing this out there because it’s been chewing at me for days — do you guys ever think you’re in love and also think you’re just horny?” Noah is curled up on the arm of the couch, with his knees tucked in like he’s afraid of the floor, nursing his beer like he’s not sure he should be drinking it. He looks thoughtful, shirt wrinkled, shoes missing, socks mismatched. The room cracks with laughter before anyone answers.

“Eggs tomorrow.” Noah nodded, relieved, then hesitated. “Did they… talk about her?” he asked softly. My throat tightened. “Yes,” I admitted. “They played a recording.” Noah’s hand stilled on his pencil. “Her voice?” “Yes,” I said. Noah’s jaw clenched. “Did she sound scared?” I swallowed. “Yes.” Noah looked down at his workbook like it might save him from grief. “I hate them,” he whispered. “I know,” I said, and placed my palm over his hand—brief, steady, no spectacle. “But we don’t let them make her voice the ending.”

"Go out there and show them why I keep you around. You're on." Noah didn't look at him. He just reached down, tapped the power button on his phone until the screen went black, and tossed it onto the chair. He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving it in a heap. He didn't need it. He didn't need anything. He walked toward the tunnel. The noise hit him first—a wall of sound, screaming and whistling and the rhythmic thumping of feet on the floor. It was chaotic. It was loud.

I just couldnt bear it if you jumped. It wasnt Gabbe speaking to him now on the mountain. This voice dripped with sarcasm. Noah knew who it belonged to before he even spun around. Noah lounged against a wall of tall black boulders. Over the colorless earth, hed spread out an enormous prayer tapestry woven with rich strands of burgundy and ochre thread. He dangled a charred yaks leg in his hand and bit off a huge hunk of stringy meat. Oh, what the hell? Noah shrugged, chewing. Go ahead and jump. Any last words you want me to pass along to Lawrence ?