Trevor Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

“What have Caleb being up to in this past one month.” Noah laughed weakly. “You think I have answers? I work at a bookstore. Yesterday I was recommending romance novels. Today I’m watching people explode and disappear and now I’m apparently in a secret murder cabin.” Nelson crouched slightly so they were eye level with Noah, his voice calm in a way that usually meant danger was already decided. “I’m going to ask you something,” Nelson said quietly. “And you’re going to answer it properly.” Noah swallowed hard. “I’ve been answering everything properly. You’re just terrifying people professionally.”

I said "Hi Claudius, how are you doing?" I was unable to keep it together at the sound of Noah's voice, and I broke down crying. "I'm so sorry Claudius. Let me come get you, Please?" Noah said, his voice cracking, letting me know he was barely holding on. "No, I'll be okay. I need to try once I've recovered enough energy... It's just so good to hear your voice." "It's good to hear your voice too." I listen to Noah tell me his funny stories about everything that's happening at the pack he's training. It was good to get my mind off of things. It reminded me how lonely it is, in this room that doesn't even have a TV.

"Fuck! You feel so good! So good that I will hate James if I find out that he fucks you! This tight pussy belongs to me and me only!" "Yes! It's yours! He has never fucked me before and will never!" She replied in pleasure. "Good girl. That's it, Mrs. Noah! He will never because everything on you belongs to me. Got it?" He demanded through aggressive thrusts before he released her neck and began to rub her clit with the hand. Crystal thrashed under him but he continued to thrust and rub faster. She felt her body preparing to come down from her high but he continued with his harsh thrust, which caused her essence to coat their thighs.

Adrian said. They sat on the phone together for a few minutes after that. Noah talked about a book he was reading, something about the history of corporate law that he had found in the school library and which was, he said, actually quite interesting once you got past the first chapter, which was mostly definitions. Adrian listened. He did not say what he was thinking. He did not say what he knew.

Or was it meant to burn after being read? Then I heard a sound behind me. A footstep on the dusty chapel floor. I spun around, my heart in my throat. Noah stood in the chapel doorway. His face was hard to read in the dim light. What was he thinking? He looked at me. He looked at the hidden room. He looked at the ashes on the floor. His voice was low but clear in the quiet chapel. "What have you found.?" I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Did he know about the book? Did he see it burn? Did he know I wasn't Valerie?

Blackie’s sneer couldn’t be seen but it could definitely be heard. “…um …nothing …I wasn’t sure so… forget I asked anything…” Noah tried to hide his now pink cheeks within Levi’s chest. Looking like a cute little white bunny trying to hide from sight just by stuffing his head into the straw while leaving his round small buttocks and a fluffy tail wiggling outside. Meanwhile, Trey returned to make his report after finishing his inspection of the perimeter … and found his darling employer being smothered in another man’s chest... …heart… bleeding… ○|￣|_

“She … was there with me. She’s hurt … I … I can’t … I can’t remember.” Tears started rolling down his cheeks. “Okay. Let’s talk about your family …” He got to his feet slammed his hands on Lane’s desk and shrieked, “No one! I don’t have a family! No one is in my family!” The same ward boys, that brought Noah, motioned in his direction but Lane raised his hand and asked them to stay. Noah plunged onto the ground. “Please … give me my wife back … please.” He sniffled between words, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“He asked me yesterday. After school.” Noah seemed to vibrate with a strange energy—a tension I didn’t recognize. He looked like he wanted to say something, to shout, to laugh, but instead, he just let out a short, hollow breath. “Oh,” he said flatly. He walked back to the armchair and sat down, his entire posture turning ridged. The flirtatious predator was gone, replaced by a cold, distant stranger. “Right. Zion. Of course. Let’s just focus on the Spanish, Khione. Page one hundred.”

Nobody m⁠ov⁠ed. Then Noa‌h’s‍ voice start⁠ed pla⁠ying‌. Recorded separately. “When I w⁠as younger…” His voice s‌ounded a‌wkward. “…I thou‍ght family me‍ant people wh‍o ne⁠ver‍ fight.” The scr‍een changed. A video of Ava and Liam arguing over furn‍i‌ture. Then another clip of t‍h‍em laughing twenty minutes later.⁠

If there were pictures of Trey when he was younger with his cousins that he's still around with today, meaning he really isn't Noah at all. They are absolutely different people. The album was the clear proof that I was really wrong thinking and hoping that Trey was my late fiancé Noah. Trey grew up in a wealthy family, well-provided, and had cousins with him, while Noah, on the other side grew up in an orphanage, alone, parentless, definitely not rich, and without a family to call his own.