Trevor Noah's Mother Today Novels & Stories

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

I'm suddenly wishing she were here. "So," Noah says, taking a step toward me. The towel is slung low on his hips, and I can see the muscles in his stomach ripple with every breath. "You’re not jealous." "No. I told you." I wrap my arms around myself, trying to find the words to ask him for money without losing every shred of my dignity. "My mom called." Noah’s playfulness disappears instantly. He leans back against his dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. "And? What does the lovely woman want this time?"

I said. He stared at me for a long moment, clearly trying to decide whether to tell me the truth or not. Finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You got me,” he admitted with a tiny smile. “It’s... it’s my mom.” “Is she okay?” I asked, propping myself up on an elbow. The rough shingles of the roof dug into my skin, even through his hoodie, but I barely noticed. Noah shook his head, his green eyes fixed on the stars above us. “She’s… sick. Really sick. And my dad... he put her in a facility a couple weeks ago.”

"Okay, mom. Where is this going?" She put her hands together on her desk and sighed. "I'm telling you this because I don't want you to hear the news from anyone other than me." My hands twitched in anticipation and fear for unknown reasons. "Come on, mom. Tell me." She looked me straight in the eyes and sighed again. "Trevor is getting married to Sandy." One, two, three... I counted the numbers in my head silently to give my mother a time to retract her words but when she didn't, I knew then that she's telling the truth.

"My mother tells everyone that we didn't work out, so now she's trying to introduce me to other people." James looks interested. "Other people?" "Other guys. There's this guy named Noah—" "Noah? Who's Noah?" "I'll tell you if you'll let me," I say, somewhat fueled to carry on, to give him a taste of his own medicine. "He's this guy, and his mate died two years ago. Our mothers are friends, so my mom is trying to set us up. It's sad and awkward. She thinks I'm crazy because I won't let you go. But she doesn't know all of this; what's happened. Do you see why I can't stay here now?"

Thank the heavens that I don't have to walk very far! I move over to the doorway and gently push the door open. I stand in the opening as I gaze into the room. Trevor is laid out on a bed with a blanket pulled up to his shoulders. He is pale and still, which freaks me out and horrifies me. I see Noah sitting beside him with his head in his hands and his mom, Millie is curled up in a ball on a chair on the other side of the room. “Is he.. dead?” My words barely come out as a whisper, but still, Noah looks up. Standing quickly, he moves over to help me over to the chair, where he seats me. “Are you okay?” He asks me and I nod.

Mother asked in a cool voice, even though I could see beneath her eyes, she was boiling with anger. “I don’t want any interest or business associated with you Leonardos. If you’re in search of a certain woman pregnant for one of you folks, you’re too late. She left days ago and she hasn’t returned. I can’t reach her too, I’ve been trying. A mail came for her by the way, if you see her before I do, inform her that her room remains unoccupied.” With that, Noah stepped into his car and drove away. “That man hates you,” Mother noted,

In my last life, it happened at the welcome party for my newborn brother. My aunt Vivian forced her way into the nursing room while my mother was changing and carried Noah out. By the time my mother came out in clean clothes, he was gone. Vivian argued that she had only taken him out to show him to the guests, and that my mother was the one who hadn't watched her own child. The security footage was destroyed on purpose. My mother couldn't find any new evidence, and in the end the investigation into his disappearance was closed. After that, my mother was never right again. She spent every day murmuring Noah's name, and six months later she was in a car accident. My father searched for three y

“How are you? And Noah?” “I’m fine, Noah is fine, everyone is fine,” I reassured her. “So did Noah transform again yesterday?” My mother asked. She cared a lot about Noah and always brought up her name in every conversation. “Noah didn’t transform.” “Okay, so tomorrow is the next transformation day right?” My mum asked. I was surprised to know she was keeping track of it. “Yes, that’s right,” I confirmed. “Alright, make sure she stays safe and isolated so she doesn’t do something terrible.” My mother advised and I nodded. “What’s the situation with her mother? Has she made a decision yet?”

“I love you so much. I think I always had, even when we were little kids. You were my hero. My first crush and the first person I would ever give my fucked up heart to. My feelings for you.... they are not going anywhere. I don’t know what to do with it anymore. I’m fucking drowning in it. You don't get to be kind to me even when I was a fucking asshole and expect me to shove everything down and pretend this halfway thing, maybe-friends-maybe-more is enough for me. I can't do it.” Noah opened his mouth as though to speak, but the voice that echoed in the hallway wasn't his. "There you both are!" A familiar loud female voice called out as footsteps began approaching us. "Your mother wants to