Trevor Noah's Mom Novels & Stories

“I said we haven’t, and that’s the goal. But this is a revolution, A. And it means a lot to a lot of people.” Slowly, Ava made her way back around the couch to sit next to Noah. Now that he’d completely dropped his front, she felt as if their real conversation had only just begun. “So, is that the reason for your mom’s visit?” She asked. His obsidian eyes slid shut as he nodded, “I’ve been…slacking on my end. She wanted to find out why.” “And either…how did you put it? Recruit me or get me out of the way?”

“Noah, if anyone asks about your mom, all you have to do is say that she’s not with us anymore, okay? And if people keep asking, you’re allowed to politely say that you don’t want to talk about it.” “I can say that?” “Yes, politely,” I said one more time to make sure it was fully emphasized. “Now, go and figure out what you want to have for breakfast while I tell Uncle Travis all the stuff we’ve got to do today.” “Kay!” Noah said, then scrambled off my knee and ran off. “Walk with me. I need a new shirt,” I told Tavis. “I thought I smelled you wearing your coffee. Hit a bump going too fast in the Jeep?” he asked.

Mom and dad are very happy for us as well. “I am naming him, Noah,” Noelle announced. She got the name from the bible she was reading. “I am Noah’s godmother!” Alyssa declared without our permission. It’s not that we have a choice. Noelle told me that she would continue her study after giving birth to Noah. She will still pursue her dream of becoming a doctor regardless of her past. She is getting better and stronger as time passes by. We did not hear any other news about Levi except Chairman Mitchell confirmed that Vanessa was Levi’s ex-girlfriend. They were classmates from high school until college.

He doesn't like to talk about it. His father had nine companies and one charity foundation. His mom is a fashion designer, model for Versace and has her own modeling company name Black life. Noah is a boxer and apparently has a fight on Tuesday night. Cool, cause on Friday they will have a football match. "Sorry, but where is your mom?" Mrs Katherine ask. My bone weakend. Not about this, I'm gonna cry. Silence. "She's dead" my dad said and I felt the tears building up inside of me. "She was coming back from a trip to Miami and she had her car crashed with a truck" he said and I raised my head up to see Noah looking at me.

We didn't hear our bedroom door open, we hear someone clear their throat and we look up to find Noah's mother standing in our bedroom. "Mom! What the hell?" Noah exclaims grabbing the comforter to close me and him. "Sorry for just barging in, but I called you honey and you didn't pick." His mom says standing at the foot of our bed talking to us like I'm not just naked underneath the comforter with her son. "What are you doing in Palm Springs? And in our bedroom for Godsake." Noah says frustratedly. "I need to talk to you about your father, did you talk to him about me?" His mom asks.

A dangerous pause filled the space between them, both men breathing hard, both staring at each other's mouths like they’d forgotten how to speak. Noah pressed on, his words laced with cutting, icy venom. "That background check you ran? Money well spent." His eyes never wavered, his gaze fixed and unblinking, his voice flat and mechanized. The kind of calm that signals the imminent shattering of a dam. "It’s true," he admitted, "I don’t have any family living in Crestwick." His jaw tensed painfully, each word a betrayal of his own past he’d fought so hard to conceal. Yet he forced the damning truth out. "My mom’s in Linden Hollow Cemetery."

It was Mom. “Raven,” she said, her voice tight. “You have a call. It sounds... urgent.” Raven turned toward me slowly, her smile fading. She opened the door and reached for the phone. “Hello?” Raven said, her voice soft and cautious. There was a pause. I watched her expression shift slowly—first confusion, then a wave of dread that clouded her features. Her grip on the phone loosened as she looked at me. “It’s my mom,” she whispered. “They’re driving out now… and Noah is with them.”

My mom even brought me to Wood Town on purpose because she didn't want me living with my dad. "Now you get how I feel, right?" "My mom and dad's divorce was messy, Noah." "And you think my mom's death was a good way for my dad to marry Rebecca? My mom died, and my dad's just chilling with another woman. My mom was sick while my dad was messing around with someone else. You think that's cool? I saw my mom die right in front of me! You think that's cool?!" I was taken aback by Noah's outburst. I didn't know his mom had died. I didn't know what his life had been like. Okay, now I get why Noah is so mad at his dad.

"And maybe completely screwed up because her mom is a doctor who works all the time and is still dealing with abandonment issues? And her dad . . . is a has-been football player who doesn't know she exists?" "First of all, Noah is not a has-been, and you know that. He'll figure out a plan for his second act any day now, and when he does, watch out. He's going to rock it. He just needs to get past this huge self-pity party. Second, he'll know his daughter-or son-exists because you're going to tell him. And then the two of you will decide the best way forward for both of you." Her eyes dropped to my stomach. "For all of you."

she said, walking ahead of him. Noah’s mother lived in a two-story log cabin-style house inside an exclusive subdivision. According to him, Ara's family owned large estates in that part of Tagaytay. “Are you sure your mom isn’t home?” Ingrid asked as they got out of the car. Noah wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her to the front door. “She told me yesterday she’d be away the whole weekend. She’s with my aunt, visiting friends in Laguna. She lives alone, and I think a helper comes here three times a week.”