Trevor Noahs Mom Novels & Stories

Mom arched an eyebrow and sneered. "What could possibly go wrong? She's just throwing a tantrum, trying to make me cave. "Let me make this clear—no way! If she refuses to write that self-reflection or acknowledge her mistakes, I will never forgive her." Dad opened his mouth to protest, but Mom's glare immediately shut him up. Grandma clutched Mr. Miller's arm and pleaded, "Please, tell me the truth. What happened to Nina? Did something go wrong?"

I nodded and closed my door. I called my mother again. Still nothing. I called Sandra. She picked up on the third ring. "Hello, ma'am." "Where is my mother? She is not answering her phone." I blurted. "She stepped out to the mall. She left her phone on the table. I told her to take it, but you know how she is." I exhaled. "Okay. Where is Noah?" "He is at school, ma'am," she said. "Oh, true. Okay, thank you." I dabbed the heat that had gathered on my forehead and hung up. I sat at my desk. My hands were still shaking. I covered my face with my hands for a minute.

"A family? A foolish idea in today's modern world." She was determined to not believe a word I said so I let it be, but the look on her face showed that she was not done with the conversation and needed more answers. “Ciara's mum is my mum and Noah's dad is my dad. It's a messed up family tree. She looked at me thoughtfully for a long time before replying, “Indeed. The goddess played a ridiculous joke by making them both mates.” By now I had forgotten what I had last said that prompted such a reply.

He stood up from the armchair and stepped toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder to gently nudge me back toward the bed. “Can't it wait?” Chadwick asked Noah, his tone clipped. Noah shook his head grimly. “No.” Chadwick's dark eyes narrowed. “Is it about the perimeter?” “It's about Mother,” Noah stated. Chadwick's hand instantly slipped away from my shoulder. He turned around on his heel and walked toward the hallway without uttering another single word. I sat back on the edge of the mattress, staring at the empty doorway. Mother? Who the hell was Mother? His biological mother? Obviously. But why did Noah sound like he had just announced the sudden arrival of Lilith herself?

Noah swallowed and turned away from Raven, facing the window and the view, but not truly seeing it. He shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to prepare himself for what rehashing his past was going to do to him, to her. "My mother had a daughter through a previous marriage when she met my dad. Fresh on the political circuit, they got married quickly and had me. Melissa was eight years older than me and spent a lot of time with her dad, so we weren't exactly close. Neither of us harbored any resentment, there was just such a big age gap."

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

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’s P.o.V I couldn’t say anything…not at first. My jaw was locked tight, hands jammed deep in my pocket that my fingers were starting to cramp. But the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was loud as fuck in my head. The second he said her name, it was like my brain started working in slow motion while my thoughts scrambled to catch on. And it didn’t take much for everything to click. If Tina Hayes was his mom and a patient at Lakeview rehab, then…

It was Mom. “Raven,” she said, her voice tight. “You have a call. It sounds... urgent.” Raven turned toward me slowly, her smile fading. She opened the door and reached for the phone. “Hello?” Raven said, her voice soft and cautious. There was a pause. I watched her expression shift slowly—first confusion, then a wave of dread that clouded her features. Her grip on the phone loosened as she looked at me. “It’s my mom,” she whispered. “They’re driving out now… and Noah is with them.”

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"