Trevor Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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.

Now, King looked around at the other artists already at work. “So. You want to get started, man?” “Yes.” “Did you bring your music?” “Yes.” Noah unzipped his backpack and produced a cheap CD Walkman. It was battered and beaten up, but Noah handled it like it was the most beautiful thing on the planet. King watched as he loaded up a disc, put on the headphones, and turned to stare at the blank canvas.

I shrugged. “As you wish, my Lord” he suddenly took up a medieval English accent and struck a pose, “Now! On to complete our quest” he said, marching forward. At this point, I wasn't even surprised. One moment he was sane, the next thing you know, he's the definition of eccentric. ★★★ Meanwhile, Noah is on his way, with his driver, to pick up his kids along with Layla. It's clear that he isn't planning to take any more chances. The past couple of days had been a real rollercoaster ride for all of them.

"Where the hell are you? Get back here!" Noah’s voice didn’t even make a dent in the wind. It just got swallowed by the grey. He huddled deeper into the ravine, his fingers shoved under his armpits to keep them from falling off. The snow wasn't falling anymore; it was attacking. "Great. Fantastic," he spat, his breath hitching in a frozen cloud. "Die in a ditch. That’s the plan, then." He stumbled over something soft. Not a rock. Not a log. A boot. A damn expensive-looking leather boot soaked in something darker than melted slush.

“I am not lying, okay? It was completely intense. I literally felt like I was going to pass away right there on the mattress.” “Oh my god, period!” Molly cheered, bouncing on her heels. “We love a sexual awakening! I told you that producer baddie was a snack. You are literally living a dark romance novel right now, bestie, I am so obsessed with this journey for you.” Before I could reply, the heavy double doors at the end of the lecture hall swung open. I froze, my voice catching in my throat as Noah walked through, looking smooth and effortless. He was wearing regular clothes today, but he was flanked by Tiana and Tatiana... two stupid, popular girls on campus who were currently giggling an

By 6:35, Dani turned in her chair, pale. “They’re outpacing us.” Noah exhaled, jaw clenched. “They’ve already outpaced us,” he said. But he wasn’t looking at the voice file anymore. He was looking at the directory Dani had opened earlier—the full contents of Series_1. Because the audio file wasn’t the only one. There were four more beneath it. Each one named in sequence. Each one tagged with a future timestamp. Series_2 — Continuation — 06:59 Series_3 — Disclosure Addendum — 07:40

Noah groaned low in his chest and followed a few strokes later—burying himself deep and coming hard inside her with a guttural sound he didn’t bother to hide from the mic. The call was pure chaos. “Fuck, I just came—” “Same, Jesus Christ—” “She’s still moaning, I can hear her—” “Please keep the mic on. Please.” Noah finally reached up and muted the headset with one hand. He didn’t pull out. He just held Ava against his chest while she trembled and whimpered through the aftershocks, his cock still buried deep, cum and her own release leaking out around him onto the chair.

I tell her, trying to sound neutral, like seeing her right now didn’t just ruin my joy. “The little bitch who...” I squeeze her arm, and she quiets, fixing her attitude. “I’m Noah.” Audrey forces a smile. “A friend of Aeliana’s?” “No,” Noah shifts, sitting up. “I just hug everyone I meet for the first time this way. You next?” Audrey rolls her eyes, “Oh, yep. Definitely her friend.” Noah sucks her teeth, “And I can tell you’re not.” “Noah just moved here from Clinshore,” Rowan chimes in, ending the very unnecessary exchange between Noah and Audrey. I’ve told Noah a bit about Audrey, and she’s not a fan at all.

Deep moss-colored eyes fanned my face, but my body held no reaction. I couldn’t help it when irritation flooded me. I wanted to be left alone, suffering in silence as I was triggered by practically everything. I could feel him hovering over my shoulder, waiting for an answer. “Breyona.” I spared no effort to raise my voice above the music, my eyes darting over my surroundings. There was no sight of Mason, Carter or Wade but the makeshift warehouse club was huge. “Breyona. I'm Noah.” My name left his mouth like a seductive song, carried to my ears by the thundering music. His voice was raspy, nothing like Giovanni’s. Giovanni’s voice was rough, but held a certain silkiness that made your toes

Amara’s POV The bus to Philadelphia smelled of wet wool and industrial floor wax, a sensory assault that grounded me in the harsh reality of our flight. I sat in the penultimate row, the engine’s vibration rattling through the soles of my boots. Noah was slumped against my side, his small head bobbing with every pothole the driver hit. He was clutching his backpack—the one containing his rock collection and a single, battered picture book—as if it were the only tether he had left to the world.