Trevor Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"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 ?

"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

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.