Novel & Cerita Corpse Party Naomi

BIG KAI Coco screamed and Lil Kai cried as Naomi's body fell on the floor with her blood gushing forehead. The fuck did she just do that for? "That's three bullets for the three stabs, you fucking murderous bitch." Imani said. I froze. "What?" She turned to me. "She killed our mother." I clenched my knuckles as I moved my eyes to Naomi's body. "Here's the proof." Imani took my attention, moving her phone to me.

“Tell me who you are exactly… Please…” “I am Colum Toiba, the son of the late minister Toiba.” Morrigan’s lips quivered as her knees turned to jelly. Her body crashed on the cold marble floor of the ballroom, but the sword of the man in front of her never left her neck. “You are Colum Toiba…” She said in an almost hushed voice, she started to shake her head frantically as tears streamed down her face non-stop. Colfre looked at the guards in front of him. “Dismiss everyone in the room, the celebration is over.” He said with a roaring authoritative voice. The guards started to push the crowd out of the large double doors. But Morrigan remained there, slumped on the floor, muttering things unde

Putri finally joined with Andros and Bila. Previously she had helped Andros and Bila's side, not only that she had also helped long before they decided to fight. Naomi's death, the death of her partner—Putri herself was very confused. She realized that Naomi was not just a partner to him even before the battle began. And, when she saw the vampire die right before his eyes, it was completely impossible to tell how it felt. Naomi has always been cold, she looks like a shadow in the dark. Putri knows that a shadow like Naomi will not be seen in the dark at all, that is the reason why at the end of her life Naomi crossed the darkness and into a ray of light.

We didn’t know what came next. But we knew what we had to do. Tomorrow, we’d read the scroll aloud in the square. Tomorrow, the truth would be theirs to see. For better. Or for worse. But tonight, for the first time— The tower wasn’t a prison. The halls weren’t a maze. And I— I wasn’t just someone’s pawn. I was Naomi. Daughter of the storm. Keeper of the flame. And I was ready to burn the lies to ash.

Fury twisted Deluna’s face. I couldn’t move, my head reeling at what I saw. I couldn’t breathe, my eyes drinking in Naomi’s transformation. Her dark hair, rich, deep black, was matted with white, glinting softly under the eerie glow of the battleground. Her surrounding aura of magic changed—brighter, cleaner. How…? I struggled to speak, my voice reduced to a rough whisper. "Naomi, I thought—" "I wasn’t dead," she interrupted, determination burning in her eyes. "I fooled her. Made her believe I'd died. It was my best chance at getting her off guard."

Tita with her perfect eyeliner and cold smile. Naomi typed a line, deleted it, typed again. She kept thinking of Damon’s face when Jack’s name appeared on her phone. She kept thinking of the way he’d said, You might be walking into an ambush. At 2:15 she finally pushed back from her desk. Didi poked her head in. “Everything okay, ma’am?” “Fine.” Naomi smiled tightly. “Just an appointment.” She gathered her bag, her phone, and her coat. Outside her office Tita was at the copier. Their eyes met. Tita’s expression was unreadable but Naomi felt the weight of it on her face.

“Fucking do it! you think I'm gonna let you use me as your little pawn anymore, you think so??!...Respectfully, fuck you!...I’m done!” A slow clap echoed behind us. We turned. Naomi. She folded her arms, eyes burning. “Damn,” she said softly. “That was a lot of drama.” Fear clenched my chest. “How long...have you been here?” She scoffed. “As long as you’d never want.” Her hatred was unmistakable. I reached for her, holding her arm. “Naomi, let’s talk...” She shoved me away. “You killed him!! You and your crazy mom killed him! Y'all are demons that should not be alive! how many more lives do you want to take?? firstly, you killed my mom and now you killed the only man that cared about you!!!”

she said before banging the door on his face. BACK AT THE PARTY A heavily dressed but pretty Naomi stood outside the staff room, hoping she'll come across the one person she's been hoping to talk to all day. Ever since her kiss since with Tommy, he has been keeping his distance, refusing to play the part of her boyfriend no matter how convincing Naomi try to be. She found out through one of the maids she's friendly with that Tom will be working as one of the servers during the party tonight which is why she's currently waiting for him--so she can keep trying to get him to say yes to her.

“I was taking it easy on you.” “Okay, how about…all of you versus me and Leona?” Naomi answered, her eyes sparkling dangerously. She loved the rush of fighting. It was almost a shame she wasn’t allowed at the front, forced to fight the home battles. She was excelling at Cragstone though, slaughtering wolfsbane wielding assassins like others pick up groceries. The row of men all looked at each other. Then me. I shrugged. “Your funeral guys. She went easy on Hayden. I do need a team leader though…”

Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy table. Officer Wright's face went as white as a sheet. "What monsters! They'd better not let me catch them!" "They're worse than monsters!" Zack trembled as his tone filled with rage. "From the condition of the body, the victim likely had her bones shattered and flesh dug out when she was still alive. Not only that—her teeth, eyes, and nails were all pulled out." His words drained the color from everyone's faces, and the atmosphere turned heavy in an instant.