Trevor Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

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.

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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.

I should've prevented them from being together in the first place! Leighton: [Really? But it seems like you couldn't do anything about it.] Trevor: [It's all because of you, traitor!] Noah: [Will Stella's child call me uncle?]