Trevor Noah Young Novels & Stories

Recovering from my dangerous thoughts, I quickly pushed him off of me and began running away from the training site. “Elodie!!” Remy called after me but I kept running. I never looked back. I ran straight to my room and slumped against the door. I wouldn’t allow this to happen. Tears began to fall from my oceanic depths and for the first time in years, I allowed myself to mourn for my lost childhood. Mostly, I grieved over what could have been so long ago... ... the first time Remy kissed me.

A few years later… “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Noah, happy birthday to you.” Everyone sings around the table where a small birthday cake sits. The birthday boy is a handsome, tall young man turning twenty-one years old. Noah Caetano looks exactly like a younger version of Oliver. “Thank you all for the surprise. I really wasn't expecting this,” he says gratefully. He has just gotten home from work at the engineering office and finds his entire family gathered there, ready to celebrate him.

"Speaking of new blood... look at this. Noah's back, you guys. I don't know if you guys know him but he was quite popular back in my high school. The kid who went abroad for med school? Youngest doctor in his class or whatever, specializing now. He's gonna be at here and guess the best part. He's specialising in your university Ava so you get the chance to see him." She flipped the screen toward us, and there he was, Noah, in some professional headshot, all sharp jaw and that cocky smile I knew too well, captioned "Dr. Noah returns to specialize in general surgery." Chloe looked at me and smirked, “Spill” and Riley went right into it, “We went to the same secondary and high school and he was

Noah, the freshman student who works here part-time, looks up when I enter and gives me a smile. “Hey, Kat,” he pushes up his glasses and greets me with that sweet, dimpled smile I can’t help but return. He’s tall and lean since he’s a swimmer, has dyed blue hair, hazel eyes, a cute little beauty spot right on his chin, and piercings in his ear. When I first met him, I thought he was still in his high school rebellious phase, but once I started to know him better, I realized that he never had one. THIS is his rebellious phase after growing up with strict parents and being a pastor’s only son.

The lights were never switched on instead Noah pulled a lantern out of his bag and switched it on so he could see where he was going and it seemed whoever he was meeting had already gotten there first. “It’s 4:32 you are late you know.” The voice spoke. “It’s difficult to navigate this room in the dark, especially now with a fresh play coming up. The drama club keeps moving things around here.” Noah whispered. The one Noah was talking to was none other than Dylan Tyne. He was the main drummer in the school’s marching band and took his role very seriously. He was a good kid and never dared get into trouble with anyone. His parents were killed in a car accident when he was a baby and his grand

I took a deep breath before I started speaking once again, "Lastly, Noelle is too young to get married yet. So you should wait for a few years. Can you do that?" Trevor let out a heavy sigh, his expression conflicted. "Look, my pack is rushing for marriage since I am not getting any younger," he confessed. Before I could interject, he added, "But I am still willing to wait for a couple of years if Noelle wants the same." Our attention shifted to Noelle, who had been quietly listening to our conversation. She met our gazes with a serene smile and spoke confidently, "I just need a year to work on my career fully."

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.

His mind blanked out, totally forgetting the rest of his speech as he stared at Levi dumbfounded. …What??? Levi gazed down at the little guy’s blank look, and instead of explaining, he pressed a few buttons on his communicator. A light screen popped up, displaying a photo of Noah straddling Trey. Noah, whose skin tone had just managed to return from shrimp to human range, shot back up into tomato range. “That…! That was…!” Noah tripped over his words to explain, “It-it’s not like that! There was a sniper! And we were dodging bullets! And-and…!”

Five minutes passed, and Noah came with a wrinkled face. "Sorry, I am late. The last lesson is sports," said Noah as he sat next to Xeva. "Nope. So, what do you want to say?" asked Xeva, she was really curious. Because this was the first time Noah had spoken to her. "Tonight, come with me to Lasi Town," said Noah after gulping down his drink. Xeva rolled her eyes in surprise. Noah asked her out with him? Impossible. "I am serious." As if knowing what was on Xeva's mind, Noah immediately reassured her.

No, someone. Where the hell is Trevor?