Novels by Naomi_writes

Mia’s POVThe door sprang open followed by rushed footsteps, but my head never looked up.It stayed glued to the dead snake in the box. A dark, long one, coiled with its head resting in the middle.An envelope sat right at the side, but before I could touch it, a hand snatched it away. That finally grabbed my attention.I glanced up to see an alarmed Four ripping open the envelope and pulling out a white piece of paper. His gaze locked onto it, and his expression instantly turned ice-cold.I walked over and snatched the paper from his hand. *Come Back Here Tomorrow And This Will Be A Live One.* Written in blood.A dark, maddening smirk spread across my lips as I read the words over and over again. Now who the fuck is sending me threats on my first day? My very first day?I raised my head to see Four staring down at me with a raised brow. I rolled my eyes, walked over to my desk,and slammed the button for my assistant's line.“My office. Now.” I cut the line and leaned back against my

Mia’s POV“Eliana will be resuming work at the company on Monday. Any objections?”Grandfather declared the decision, sitting back in his throne-like chair. The rest of us sat before him like a bunch of obedient, fucked-up puppies.“Does she have the knowledge? Yes. But the experience?” Uncle Arthur asked, turning toward me. I let out a loud chuckle right to his face. “It seems you don’t see me fit enough, Arthur.” I gave him a sweet smile, and a faint smirk appeared on his rough, ugly face.“Calling me by my name isn’t the right thing to do, Eliana,” he corrected, his tone tight.“And calling me by my name is right? Aren’t you supposed to be working for me? And sitting in that chair, is that really your place?” My smile stayed sweet, but his face darkened instantly. “Mind you, I don’t mean to be rude. I just hate being overridden by people who claim seniority.” I turned back to the front and crossed my legs. “I love when you bite back. Not acting like a lovesick puppy,” Grandfathe

Mia’s POV“The Old Master is in the dining room. He asks for everyone’s presence.” A man bowed low and spoke.I clicked my tongue, glancing around the grand corridor. “My room?” I asked.They all gave me a weird look.Fuck.I should know my way around, right? I mean... am I really transmigrated? And Old Master? That’s the ruthless grandfather, no...?“My lady.” A teenage girl bowed before me. My eyes dropped to her bright orange hair, my brain snapping back to the novel. Eliana had a personal maid with orange hair.“Lead me to my room,” I said, clearing my throat. She turned immediately, and I followed behind her.“You’re in no way ignoring Father’s call, are you? What came over you?” Gianna’s sharp voice cut through the air.I only faced the man who had delivered the message. “I should go looking like this?” I raised a brow. He only sighed, dropping his head.Rolling my eyes, I followed the girl into a room that was stupidly massive, and surprisingly traditional. Yeah... Life Ain’t R

Mia’s POV“Eliana, are you even listening to me?!” A sharp voice called out, nudging me violently. I flinched, blinking, only for something harsh to land on my back. My eyes widened as pain exploded through my spine.I turned around immediately to see a man holding a bloodstained whip, raising it again. My nose flared up in anger.“I swear, if that shit touches me one more time, I’m chopping your balls off!” I yelled out, and the man froze.I glared at him, wincing, then faced front to stare at an empty room. What the fuck does dude thinks he’s doing?And how the fuck did I even get here?I glanced back at the man. “How did I get here?”He only dropped the whip and went down on his knees. “I’m sorry, my lady. You were the one who said to take the punishment for My Lord,” he muttered.“Excuse me?” I frowned hard.I got beaten for some stupid My Lord? What My Lord? And why is he calling me my lady? What in hell name is going on here?“Where am I? And who the fuck is My Lord? Just tell

Mia’s POV“What the actual fuck?!”I slammed my hand against the table, standing up with curses tumbling past my lips.“Mia is there a problem?” A voice called out and I glanced around to see familiar confused faces. My eyes widened remembering where I was. The cafeteria at work. I muttered a quick apology to the staring faces around me, sitting back down slowly, shame covering me like a blanket. Biting my lower lip, I slammed the paperback shut and glared down at the cover title: Life Ain’t Roses. Good God knows how much I hated this damn book. I swore on my pregnant sister life that I despised everything about this story. But somehow, this pull, this shitty pull, always found a way to drag me back under its spell. I rolled my eyes and shoved another spoonful of food into my mouth.“Horrible scene?” a feminine voice asked from across the table. I glanced up to see a cheerful, smiling face looking back at me.I huffed out a frustrated sound and let out a sharp tssk. “I swear the e