Trevor Noahs Mom Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

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.

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.

"Why?" "Because you're special." Noah frowns. "My mom says I'm special. But she also says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." "I'm not a stranger." "Then who are you?" I look at Vanessa. She nods. "I'm your birth mother." Noah's eyes go wide. "That's not true." "It is true." "My mom is at home. She's making dinner." "I know. And she loves you very much. But before her, I was your mom. I gave birth to you. I held you when you were born."

"Listen to me one more time, Mom. If you're still stubborn and still messing with my relationship with Grace, I guarantee you'll regret it, because I won't think twice about dropping Blair from my name if Grace leaves me because of you again, Mom!" "You're really out of line, Noah! How could you decide that? Where's your respect for your own parents?" Mrs. Sayla is screaming.

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

She stuffed a debit card into Rosie's hand and, as if she were making her final arrangements, said, "I've failed you as your mother, Rosie. There's a lot of money in here. After I'm gone, you can use it to live a good life. From now on, just pretend you never had a bad mother like me." Rosie burst into tears. "I don't want your money, Mommy! I don't want you to die either! My teacher said if you make a mistake and fix it, you're still a good kid. If you change for the better, I'll still call you 'Mommy'. I talked to my other mom, and she says I can have two moms!" Vivienne stood beside us and flashed Rosie an encouraging smile. I couldn't help but put my arm around her shoulder, whispering i

"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.

Celene changed the subject when she remembered the matter. “Promise me you won’t get angry at your mom first,” Noah said, causing her to raise her brow. “What does mom have to do with anything?” She asked, puzzled. However, when she recalled Martha’s explanation that day, she began to grasp why her mother was suddenly being brought up in the conversation. “Don’t tell me Mom was the woman who mocked and provoked Martha?” “That’s right,” Noah nodded before he raised his hand to take the bartender’s attention and ask for one glass of non-alcoholic drink for himself. When he turned back to Celene, her shocked expression almost made him snort in amusement.