Trevor Noah's Mother Today Novels & Stories

Future mother-in-law, since he won't change a thing from Cameron point of view even if he was finally seen after a long time, except for the fact that Cameron view of his family will slightly change. "Mom" his cold voice echoed, as a response to the older woman voice from the other end of the phone. Noah knitted his brows after hearing a loud noise happing from the other end of the call. Can't his mom wait until he finally hang up and go there to clarify some things that is needed to be clarified? Noah took a deep breath as he smiled gently towards Cameron that still had wide eyes, looking at him through the horror of finally knowing the truth regarding his family.

Behind him, Derek Chen leaned against the boards a few feet off, close enough to have clearly heard the whole exchange, and close enough that his raised eyebrows weren't subtle at all. "Ethan—" "There you are." Noah. Walking in with a towel around his neck, hair still wet from the showers. Completely oblivious. "My mom called this morning." Mia groaned. "Please don't." "She wants to know when she's meeting her future daughter-in-law." He laughed, loud and easy, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "I told her to buy a hat. She'll have to wait." She laughed too. She couldn't help it. Noah had that effect, bright and warm and impossible to stay mad at.

Before she could answer, Noah's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and answered immediately. I watched his expression grow colder as he listened. “Where?” he asked. A short pause followed. “Don't let her leave.” When the call ended, I looked at him anxiously. “What happened?” His eyes met mine. “They found my mother.” My heart dropped. Noah's mother, the woman from the Room 814 footage, the woman who had whispered I'm sorry, the woman who had known the truth all along. Noah turned toward Victoria. “You're coming with us.” Victoria didn't resist. She simply lowered her eyes, as if she knew there was no point hiding anymore.

Noah believed that one day he was going to find the love of his life just like Calhoun. Noah sat across Matt on the dinning table with their laptops. "Where is Mom?" Noah asked Matt as he typed furiously on his laptop. "I don't know where she is," Matt said. "She is probably poking her nose in somebody's business," he said. Matt's phone rang and an unknown number popped up, he squeezed his face in a frown before he pressed answer. "Hello?" "Good day to you sir, am I speaking with Matt? Lily's son?" A woman's voice answered. She sounded like she just finished crying. Her voice was shaky and wary.

Each false lead tightens the noose around his sanity. His mother becomes a thorn in his already frayed existence. She pleads daily with him to let go, to take care of himself, to accept that maybe—just maybe—Sienna is gone for good. “You’re killing yourself,” she says one night, standing in the doorway of his office. Her voice is soft, but her eyes are brimming with tears. “Noah, you can’t keep doing this. You have to let her go.” He doesn’t even look up from his desk, where he’s nursing yet another glass of whiskey. His voice is cold, almost unrecognizable. “Let her go? You want me to forget about her? Act like she didn’t exist? What kind of mother says that?”

"I'm sorry," Greta said, covering her mouth with her hand. Noah smiled, "it's okay, my mother died when I was a baby, it's a very long time ago," he said lightly. Emily Specter patted Noah's shoulder than squeeze him, " you can consider as your mother if you want! "she said with a smile. " What about me? may I consider you as my mother too?" Rachel asked trying to lighten the mood. Everyone laughed, Emily clapped her hands once, "okay, I will be the mother of all of you! you don't mind Greta, do you?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I need time to talk to my mom about my relationship with Noah. I was dating someone back home before. My mom was supportive, but there was a bit of a problem, and we broke up. So..." "Your mom is still hoping you get back together with your ex..." I nodded. "Hmm, yeah." Noah looked away, but I knew he was listening. "What do you think, Noah?" Mr. Adam turned to his son. "What?" Noah straightened up. "Casey's mother is still hoping she'll get back with her ex. Are you okay with that?" Umh, this was getting too serious. Noah shouldn't have to deal with my past relationships, but, whatever. I'll see how this conversation plays out.

I kept my gaze fixed into space, my jaw tight. “Thorne… seems like you’re forgetting something. Do you still think we’re friends?” I said, voice low and cold. “Why are you even calling? If you’re alive, then live your fucking life.” I shouted and hung up before he could say another word, anger boiling in my chest. “Argh!” I grunted, dragging my hand across my face. Thorne was right, but I don’t want to admit it. The reason Noah’s mother died was because of me. We couldn’t even recover her body, and that pain of losing someone so dear to you is always there.

After all, Jamie has grown older and he wasn’t exactly cooperating with his sister when she tried to change his diaper! On the other hand, Lorian was only several months old. So, he didn’t cry when she did it. Zoe looked at both of them and asked Noah, “Where’s his mother, Noah?” Noah was stunned. He said, “She’s resting up in Nihonburg. I’ll fly her back to Brookesville once she’s doing better.” Zoe might not have remembered anything, but she could tell something was unusual with him. With that said, she didn’t push for information.

I gave him an awkward but polite nod and said coolly, "I'm fine. Just staying in shape for my concert." After a lavish Christmas dinner, the air filled with nostalgia. Donna hugged my mother, her eyes glistening with tears. In a moment of emotion, she turned to my parents. "My dears," she said, addressing my parents, "I truly adore Maeve. I've always wished she were my own daughter." "But tonight, I need to clarify a few things for everyone." She stood up, her voice suddenly loud, capturing everyone's attention. "Regarding the matter with Noa, we've made a new discovery."