Naomi Misora Death Novels & Stories

Max announced, "it gets better. While all this was happening to her, in all that time on the floor grieving the loss of her baby, adjusting to bodily and emotional miscarriage, Naomi, Jace's mistress, went in and served her divorce papers." My stomach roiled over in a sickening way, and for a moment I believed I was going to vomit on the hospital floor. The hardness of it, the hardness, sent shivers down my spine. "She never told Jace she was pregnant," Max went on, his voice dripping with bitterness under the weight of Nova's deception. "But Naomi did. Naomi saw her in that room, saw her crying, and still thought it okay to destroy what remained of her life that day. Do you have any idea ho

Mason said and turned to leave. “I’d rather die than leave this marriage, Mason,” Naomi said. “Of course. You’ve already bought yourself a death ticket by biting Damien Vladimir’s little sister. He’ll kill you without hesitation. Rest in peace in advance,” Mason said coldly, hissed, and walked out. Naomi couldn’t believe her ears. Her heart shattered into pieces. “Where did I go wrong?” she whispered through her tears.

That was why they were all put in panic, especially the big boss himself. “Are you joking with me? ” How could she have thought of a superb way to reconcile with him and here Miss Naomi is telling her that her ticket passed away! “No ma'am I am not. She indeed passed away in the last five years. She is the late daughter of the Artison, Audrey ” Miss Naomi tried to explain. The whole memory of seeing Audrey with a bullet on her chest frightened her. “Audrey? Who is she? I have never heard of her before.”

I replied and Alpha Lucas turned to look at Josephine snarling at her. “No, alpha, it was not my fault. Naomi, here told me she saw the pieces of jewelry in her bag and I asked the guards to check the bag, which they did and found the pieces of jewelry in her bag” Josephine said, and I could see fear written in her eyes, I never knew she was that scared of dying, we'll people with power wouldn’t want to die early. “Alpha!” Naomi shouted, falling to the ground. “Please forgive me, alpha, I only said what I saw!” Naomi said on the ground pleading for life.

Karim said, looking back at me. I shook my head. “No, this is your last respect for him, and nothing should stop you from being there. Besides, I feel as good as new now.” “We are not burying Jago here. It’s Claudia’s funeral.” I froze for a while. That explained why Morpheus looked so disorderly. Karim nodded at me to confirm I had heard correctly. “She died of a heart attack. She was a good soul, and I hope whatever deity she believes in accepts her soul,” Karim said.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. Before I go further, what can you tell me about her?” “Well, I mostly know the story from whispers here and there.” Daykan hedged a little. He had actually gotten the entire gist from using his werewolf hearing to eavesdrop on the major gossips who used the gym. “Pleaseeeeeee.” Naomi’s lower lip quivered and she gave him her version of puppy dog eyes. How could he refuse? “Sharon is a good kid. But she got a little off track when her Mom died a few months ago. She had been crossing the street and was killed by a hit and run; the driver had been drunk.

I should know that if five minutes passed the person I'm choking should be dead. I got my hands away from Naomi and watch her lifeless naked body remain still. "Fuck…." I hissed getting off her. I just killed Naomi Kenworth.

After a month in a coma, the doctor told me they had detected leukemia in my body. During this time, Jaime refused to give my mother the drug. She also refused to see me. A wave of helplessness washed over me. I only regained my senses when the police and ambulance arrived. “The time of death should be about a month ago. The deceased starved to death, made worse by her illness. Hurry and prepare the death certificate.” After hearing the forensic doctor’s words, my eyes filled with tears. I lowered my head as they fell to the floor. I had spent all my savings to treat my mother’s illness.

Her face was pale as she continued, "That's how your father died too." My heart skipped a beat. Didn't Dad die because Mom killed him after he tried to sell me off to some human traffickers? Grandma and Mom… Could one of them have lied to me? My expression remained unchanged as Grandma continued, "Your mother insisted on changing your fate, so she took on what was supposed to happen to you and died a tragic death in return." I'd heard from my neighbors that Grandma used to volunteer as a teacher in Nungaar territory. Grandma allegedly cured many children of their nightmares after returning home and even knew how to cleanse negative energies. She was a greatly respected elder back in my homet