Corpse Party Naomi Novels & Stories

A laugh that was unplanned, unforced, pure. It startled Adam and made his eyes shine. In that moment, Naomi was not ill, and Adam was not the man terrified of losing the woman he loves to death. They were simply… two people trying to live. Naomi Steals Time from Death Naomi knew the truth. She knew that time was not on her side, that the body might betray her suddenly, without warning. But that day, she decided to betray it first. She walked more than her fatigue allowed, stopped to study shop windows,

So the entire estate’s population was werewolves? Did anyone else know? Probably not, because everyone seemed to swallow the claim that it was a bear/wild animal that killed Sharon. “I’m leaving now. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what I’ve seen here today.” Naomi said quietly as she picked up her things. It was nice to note that she was no longer shaking. She just had to make it home and she could have a nervous breakdown for as long as she wanted. “Goodbye Daykan.” “Goodbye Naomi.”

I completed. Naomi stopped crying. Her expression of pain gave way to a mix of surprise and respect. She didn't say anything, but I felt it. I felt her essence, her energy, begin to calm, as if being reconnected to my soul again. I extended my hand, and Naomi took it. "From now on, I will not be Sophia Turner, or Naomi Blanchet..." I said. "But something else, because I didn't die..." Naomi completed. "And I didn't die..." I said.

Cameron Morrow had ripped Naomi’s exam admission ticket out from inside my pillowcase and hurled it straight at my face. "Stella Morrow, what the hell is wrong with you?!" My mother, Jennifer Morrow, slapped me before I could even react. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with anger. "Naomi lost her mother. What’s wrong with us showing her a little more affection? Are you really that jealous of her?" My father, Joshua Morrow, stood beside her, frowning hard, and looking at me like I was a complete stranger. "Get on your knees and apologize to Naomi."

A gruesome roared inside the camp base, and traveled far to the battlefield. SWOOOOOOSH! The sound echoed throughout the ground, shaking and quivering it. “Another?” Mio gasped. “Hey! Eyes on me, fucker!” Naomi said softly with her cute smile. Her fingers were already throbbing with claws and blood. “Naomi, do you think you can handle the bear?” Mina came once she sensed a bloody aura coming out from her friend. “Please.” Naomi’s bloodshot eyes flickered. “The thrill is what I am living for.” She licked the blood of the enemy that was on her hand. “Don’t you think?”

Bebe's voice piped up. "Well it worked. Can we just leave now?" Naomi asked softly. My chest tightened. No. This was wrong. They were all lying—her, Collins, Bebe. But John... John didn't know what a corpse looked like. I did. I knew what I was seeing. Fine. If I couldn't cut through Collins and Bebe right here, I'd at least leave my way. I scooped Naomi into my arms and carried her out. She blinked up at me, startled. "Why did you carry me?"

I had stamina for days. Grinning, I grabbed General Ironhart's hand. "Then I'll listen to you. Let's go see your mom." [Is Naomi actually dumb, or is she pretending? Three people already died. Why isn't she scared?] [I heard she just did a romance game endorsement. Wait...] [This is insane. She's treating a horror game BOSS like her boyfriend? Forbidden romance arc?!] [She'll be lucky if she makes it through the night.] General Ironhart and I walked side by side. The setting sun painted the blood on the ground a vivid red.

Felicity said, “We’ll try our best to speed things up.” After saying that, she looked at Gary and said coldly, “You, come over here!” Gary raised his head and glared at Kayson resentfully before leaving with Felicity. The rest of the team members looked at Kayson in awe. They were kind of jealous of him as well. After all, Naomi was considered a pretty girl in Admiralporium. She was capable, and she was also the disciple of the Living Reaper. She was the perfect candidate for marriage. The man who would make her his wife would be blessed by heaven.

The corner of her beautiful lips split open instantly, fresh blood slowly running down her cheek and staining the off-white blouse she was wearing. "Mrs. Lydia!" Naomi screamed hysterically until her voice turned hoarse, her entire body trembling violently at the horrifying sight. Grief and fury surged through her chest. "Don't touch her again! Stop! I'm... I'm the one you're after, aren't I?! You want me, don't you?! Why did you hit her?! Don't touch Mrs. Lydia!" Tears streamed uncontrollably down Naomi's face as she continued struggling, ignoring the pain in her arm while desperately trying to crawl back toward Lydia, who lay sprawled on the ground. But two large men grabbed her shoulders

Who told Isla to hold on, to stay strong. Her voice cracked. “That can’t be right.” Vi didn’t speak. She just pulled up the logs—coded calls with Victor, money trail in off-shore accounts, and a photo of Naomi at a charity gala, her hand resting on Victor’s arm like it belonged there. Isla stared at it. And then the rage hit. “I need to see her.” Christopher didn’t blink. “We go together.” --- The Confrontation Naomi’s brownstone was still as polished and pleasant as Isla remembered. Ivy curled around the iron gate. Jasmine trailed along the windowsills.