Naomi Misora Death Novels & Stories

“What about Amora?” That question made her mood die immediately, “Amora? Uhm…” her face turned sad and pale, “Amora is dead.” she said her voice shaking, she reached for the wet wipes which was in a box on top of the table. “God! What happened to her? How did she die?” Camila began to cry, “She died in an accident last year after her husband beat her to death for aborting their baby.”

She listened to many more conversations and concluded Lord Meozo must have been behind her death. When Coralis returned to Scotland, she refused to talk to anyone and distanced herself from everyone. When she wasn't in class, she was up in the sky, either hovering above the school and sitting on her stick, or playing flyball. She missed her weekly meetings with Martha and Swope, but they understood: Coralis was grieving the only family she had. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that Lord Meozo was behind Nadilla's death. May 4, 1995

She picked the call up quickly, she needed to hear his voice, it soothed her when nothing else did. “Naomi, I've been trying to call. Are you okay?" He asked her, his voice was soft and patient. She hummed, “I am but.." her voice caught with emotion, she couldn't speak for long. “What's wrong?" Marcus' voice was alert now, he started to pace his office, he picked his keys up ready to drop everything and go see her if something had happened to her. After Naomi was sure she could talk, she answered him “Layla suffered a heart and respiratory failure. She nearly died last night, Marcus"

"You!" Min Soon Hee threw one hard slap until Naomi's face turned to the side. Naomi held her right cheek which was numb and red, her ears ringing, she closed her eyes to suppress the emotional turmoil that was starting to overwhelm her. "Don't make it up! Your mother even died because she couldn't afford her cancer treatment."

"Someone call an ambulance. Call somebody. Call—" She fumbled her phone out with shaking hands. It hit the floor. She tried to pick it up. She tried again, and again, and couldn't manage it. Mrs. Hayes stepped forward to help and Mama shoved her away. "Daisy isn't dead. Daisy isn't dead." "Her organs had been failing for some time," the medic said quietly. "None of you noticed anything wrong?" "It would have been an extremely painful death. Bruising over the whole body, even light pressure would have been agonizing. Constant nosebleeds. The pain in her organs would have been like being repeatedly struck by something blunt. By the end, she would have been struggling to breathe."

It took me some seconds to get myself together and the pain subsided a little, then I heard the shower running. I remembered being killed by Vincent and Mitchell, does it mean the Moon Goddess is giving me a second chance? I touched my cheek to make sure I was not a ghost, and I was able to feel myself, I am really alive, but how is this possible? I know I was killed a while ago, this is not happening, I will go back to sleep and wake up again. Not only that, but I closed my eyes, then I heard his voice,“Naomi, what are you waiting for? Won't you get your clothes off and freshen up?”

"Mr. Mobius officially filed for divorce yesterday. He probably won't agree to see you." Naomi scoffed and tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "Let him know that he has to come see me if he wants to know the real cause of Isabel's death. Otherwise, some secrets will stay buried forever." When the message reached Mobius Group, Zayne was signing documents in his office. "Mr. Mobius, there's a message from the prison. Mrs. Mo—no, Naomi—insists on seeing you." The secretary spoke cautiously, afraid of angering him.

The following night would be memorable for many in many ways. On the other side of the city, Dayna was waiting in the office of the president of Egypt for the allegations of the formalized death of Normani Kordei in Morocco, the medical reports, photographs of the cataloging of the death, times and causes for the man who analyzed everything under his invisible religious veil since he did not show no reaction other than indifference.

The further we walked, the deeper the whisper of memories stirred in the back of my mind. Then we stopped. My gaze fell upon the plaque before me. My pulse roared in my ears as I read the inscription. Jang Naomi, 1990 – 2009 Beloved Daughter The ground beneath me seemed to tilt. My stomach twisted painfully. Naomi. Dead. The truth slammed into me, shattering whatever fragile illusion I had been clinging to. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. My fingers hovered over the cold, etched letters, but I couldn't bring myself to touch them.

she answered, and I breathed out in relief. “I guess Naomi killed me before Valerie could hurt my daughter and me.” She added it in a hollow voice and lowered her head a little. Naomi’s death replayed in the back of my mind. I don’t know about the past life, but after hearing Naomi and Xyla, Naomi’s death in this life was more peaceful. “After what she did to Xyla and our niece in the past life, this death was really easier,” Cody muttered angrily. “A…. and now after learning so many hidden factors that I didn’t know in that life, I guess Naomi did a favor to the world by killing Angel and me.” Xyla spoke in a very low voice, but my expression turned cold.