Trevor Noah Young Novels & Stories

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.

He takes the towel out of my hand anyway and goes, leaving just me and a shaking fourteen-year-old between the squat racks. My nerves are three conversations ahead of me, because this is a hunter's kid standing in a werewolf's gym. He doesn't know it's a wolf's gym. His family's files aren't my family's files. He’s not privy to all the inside information yet at his age. He doesn’t have the tattoos that see past the surface. But Christ, all it takes is one wrong sentence at one dinner table. "I found Noah, he works at this place downtown, Apex something, big friendly owner. They seem to be real close."

I nodded. “Hope everything is going well for you? And your project and more?” He asked with concern. “Sure, yeah. Of course. Who's your collaborator?” “It's this hockey player. His name is Noah. Who's yours?” “A hockey player too. Trevor Casper.” He parted his lips and his head arched back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You gotta be kidding me. Seriously? How?” He chuckled, asking surprised. I paused for a while. There's absolutely no need to tell him about the deal and all. “I've known Trevor for a long time. Since high school actually.” I nodded truthfully.

"Fuck! You feel so good! So good that I will hate James if I find out that he fucks you! This tight pussy belongs to me and me only!" "Yes! It's yours! He has never fucked me before and will never!" She replied in pleasure. "Good girl. That's it, Mrs. Noah! He will never because everything on you belongs to me. Got it?" He demanded through aggressive thrusts before he released her neck and began to rub her clit with the hand. Crystal thrashed under him but he continued to thrust and rub faster. She felt her body preparing to come down from her high but he continued with his harsh thrust, which caused her essence to coat their thighs.

I tilted my neck, showing the redness that had a slight cut and burned a bit. "Ooohh..." He expressed sympathetically, "I can totally understand that. I have a wife who's short but lovely. I'm Trevor." He stretched his hand for a handshake. I gladly grabbed it and shook it, smiling. "Finally someone who gets me. They always think I'm making up excuses and trying to be a rebel kid when I'm not a rebel kid." He nodded understanding my statement over Noah's still blabbering statement that had filled one page of the book that the reporting officer was noting down.

Liam stayed calm. “I’ve b‌een alive longer.” N‌oah stared. Th‌en pointed.‌ “That is old people logic.” ‍From upstair‌s, someone shou⁠ted “NOAH!” N‌oah closed hi‍s eyes. His younger sister appeared s‍econds l‌ater. ‌Ten years old. Fast. Too curiou⁠s. T⁠oo loud. ‍She ran downstairs⁠.‌ Stopp‌ed dramatically.

Trent Lombardo. How is it possible that he has the same surname as Noah? Is this a silly coincidence or what?

, She asked with a grin. "Law", he answered with a shrug, his coat billowing behind him. He was so handsome she tried not to melt. Myla let out a breath. "Wow, well, you have amazing ethic", she bumped his shoulders. Noah chuckled. "It's a must, I'm in my last year", he rolled his shoulders and stopped, leaning on the frame of his wing door. "Wow, how old are you?", She put her finger on her chin. "I'm twenty four"

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

he asked. "Nah," Noah smirked, lifting the clipboard at him. "I'll be training today." Gio's brows went up. "Really?" "They're waiting," Jack said. "You should get out there." Noah winked at Gio, who still looked surprised but smiled. If anyone knew how bad Noah wanted to move up to trainer, it was Gio. Not only did he know how bad he wanted it but how bad he needed the raise. Ever since he turned eighteen, he'd been paying his foster parents so he could continue to stay with them. They insisted he didn't have to pay them, but it didn't feel right.