Trevor Noah's Mother Today Novels & Stories

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.

"You can forget about going to any beach party tonight, Jace. Your mother is currently at the east parking lot waiting for us to join her, so we can all head back to your place." "What for?" Noah's expression shifted slightly. The smirk faded, replaced by something that might have been real seriousness, though with Noah, it was always hard to tell. "You've been a very bad example, cousin." He tsked. "Nearly getting dropped from the team. Getting involved in scandals, going to shady hotels with girls, ignoring all your father's calls... That was the last straw, apparently." "He can go fuck himself." "Well, right now, he's in the middle of closed-door negotiations with the Singapore Investment

I looked around and found a note by the nightstand on my side of the bed. "Good morning. My parents arrived this morning, and Seb and I had to do some things. Sorry, I am not here, but I won't be long. Wear something nice. I would like you to meet my folks. Yours, Noah," it read, and I became nervous instantly. We never discussed meeting his parents. I remembered my experience with Pamela. Was Noah's mother as kind as Pamela, or was she a snub like the elites? She is a lady and the Stepanov heir of her generation. I also heard that she was stern and could be heartless sometimes.

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."

He knows for a fact that he wouldn't allow Ergon to take what belongs to him. In as much as he didn't want to cause a scene in the presence of his mom, he had no idea what he would do if this person turned out to be Valeria. He breathed a deep sigh before getting out of his car. Without a second thought, Noah marched into the mansion. Just as he got into the living room, he could hear his mother's happy voice from the dinner table. "You look so beautiful my dear!" He heard his mom say to whoever she was. Noah took baby steps to the dining room and held himself in check.

That was all he said Then added casually “Not really my type.” The boys exchanged surprised glances. Trevor… talking like this? To a girl? Casually? Claudia shook her head. “You know what, I’m leaving before your ‘not-my-type’ girlfriend gets the wrong idea.” She walked out without waiting And Trevor’s eyes followed her. For a brief second, something unreadable flickered across his face. Then— “Yo,” Noah called, breaking the silence as he stepped forward. “You need to see this.” He showed Trevor his phone.

“I’m his mother.” My heart skipped. “You’re… Trevor’s mom?” She nodded proudly. “That’s me.” I froze, processing that, realizing that even though I had told him I didn't want to meet his mom, he had ignored 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.

Without hesitation, he said directly, "Yes, Noah is not the son of Meredith and Nicklaus, but the son of Samantha and Nicklaus" "What did you say?" This time, it was Noah's time to get excited. He immediately slid down from the sofa and ran to Armstrong. He grabbed his sleeve, raised his head and looked at him with his big bright eyes. He asked eagerly, "Grandpa, did you really meant that Pretty Lady is my mother? Pretty Lady really gave birth to me right?". "Yes, Samantha gave birth to you. She is your real mother. That's right" Armstrong nodded and generously told Noah the answer.

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.