Trevor Noah's Mother Today Novels & Stories

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

And he definitely did not like it. "Sir, do you know my mother?" Did he know his mother? Ronan thought wistfully, but nodded, "Yes, I know her." Noah brightened up, "I was sure you would. Mummy is an actress and usually appears on tv, magazines, newspaper. I'm sure you've seen her in one of these. She's really famous, so when we came back all the crowds were calling out to her and pressing us. It was… suff-o-ca-ting." the little boy said suffocating like it was a new word he was learning. But all Ronan could think about was the fact that the crowds had been overwhelming for the boy and even Isabella.

Paying no attention to anything else, he ran outside. Noah disappeared, teleported then arrived in his room. Slowly he put Xeva on his bed. "MOM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME, PLEASE!" He called out for his parents. Noah's parents hear their son's screams immediately went to Noah's room. They were shocked to see their friend's son dying. That girl's eyes were closed, her face was deathly pale and there was blood on her lips and her nose. "Oh god, Kid! What happened here?" Mrs. Retter screamed hysterically.

Adrian said, his voice softening as he walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, helping Noah adjust. “How are you feeling?” “I’m fine, Dad,” Noah replied, but then his expression shifted, his small face tightening. “She threw all my medicine away. I tried to tell you… but you didn’t listen.” The words landed heavier than they should have, Adrian felt a flicker of guilt. “I’m sorry, Noah. I didn’t know. She thought you were better… that you didn’t need them anymore.” Noah stared at him for a second, then asked quietly— “Dad… are you sure she’s my mother?”

“She somehow got through the glamour. Bernard thinks it’s because of me. Since I was practically a shifter despite being a toddler. Then she came to Moonglade, they took us in and she stayed for a while, before going back to the organization. She told Valarie that she was going to convince Dustin that she killed me, that she would rather kill me than have me go through what he did to me again. They never heard from her again. “She died of a broken heart.” Noah said his last words with no remorse but, grief. His mother suffered so much because of him. He only came to know of her existence, but deep down felt the connection he had with her. “Burying Father,” Noah added, breaking the silence in

“Noah Dawson.” Their shaking hands came to a halt. My mother looks astounded, it seems like her whole body is frozen as her eyes are lifted to Noah. She knows about the Dawsons. So my mother really did have a past with them… She dropped Noah’s hand. “What are you doing here?” Her voice sounded cold, though I have heard my mother’s voice when she’s mad before I never heard this tone from her. It doesn’t show any emotions. “I’m here for your daughter Crystal and enlighten her about-”

Kristen’s [POV] I raised my eyebrows. “And why is that?” “He told me I didn’t have a mother,” Noah said. “He said I was weird for not having a mother.” I frowned. “Dan doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” I said immediately. “You’re not weird at all.” “I told him so,” Noah said. “I told him that my mommy was coming back. And you did.” I raised my eyebrows. “Uh… Noah, sweetheart… You know that I’m not your mommy, right?”

“I’m sorry I’m doing this to you. But I can’t— I can’t keep him safe if they know. Promise me, Ari. Promise me you won’t say his name.” The recording ended. Silence hit the room like a dropped plate. The mediator looked up slowly. “Who is the speaker?” he asked, voice hard. Celeste finally smiled—small, controlled, satisfied. “That,” she said softly, “is Noah’s mother.” My vision narrowed. Noah’s mother. The woman I’d never met. The woman who had sent Noah to my door with a name and a hope. The woman whose absence was a wound Noah carried quietly. Celeste had just turned that wound into evidence.

he replied slowly and tried to stretch his hands. "I wish you all the best." Trevor replied and lowered his head. "How's your mother?" "She's fine. She's doing good and she sends her regards." "She still works at the Lifeline clinic?" his father asked. "Yes," replied Trevor. He wanted to ask his father how he knew the particular clinic his mother was working at but he remained silent. "I'm so sorry for.." "Can we please not talk about that?" Interrupted Trevor. He wasn't ready for any reconciliation speech his father was coming up with.