Naomi Novels Novels & Stories

Naomi’s face fell, fear and uncertainty evident in her eyes as she absorbed Bas’s words, her body visibly trembling. “Would you continue living in constant fear? Or would you help us find a way to end this?” Bas’s voice was urgent, his eyes pleading with her to make a decision. *** We all gathered in my apartment, the tension palpable in the air as I handed Naomi the book. She carefully observed the pages, her brow furrowed in concentration. “My father told me about the great and ancient books of the witches,” she began, her voice soft as she closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

Or two. And the Lycan King's castle wasn't too bad. They had great food and the softest bed ever. She could only hope Sinclair wasn't planning a rescue mission for her. It would really suck because she was starting to like the view here. Naomi flipped the page of the novel, fascinated by the characters. A story of the Moon Goddess and her mate. Naomi didn't believe in deities, never had, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious. Closing the book upon its completion, she stretched lithely before gracefully rolling off the bed. She headed for the door and twisted the doorknob to find it locked.

“And now that Damon’s fighting to keep his position, they will move faster. The only thing holding them back is the fact that Clara knows Damon would burn the world to the ground before letting her touch you.” Naomi looked down at her hands. Despite her anger and hurt, she knew that was true. Reed’s expression softened. “What are you going to do now?” Naomi took a deep breath, pushing herself to her feet. The morning light had turned warmer now. “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. Reed studied her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Take your time.” Naomi smiled faintly, she will. She turned toward the barn doors. The fields outside glowed under the full light of morning. No wonder he

Even though she is the eldest wife, she has no influence over any of the other wives nor the servants, not even the lowest of them. Naomi made her way cautiously down the stairs to the basement, which was the location of her room. There is nothing she can do to change the fact that she had ownership of the most concealed and shadowy portion of the mansion. Even the servants sleep in better rooms than her. "Ahem! Ahem!" Naomi had a strong hacking cough. As the powerful cough rocked her entire body, she bent over in anguish and froze in place. She was frail, lacking in size, and starving. She leaned on the wall to support her back before lowering herself down to the ground in a sluggish manner

“Think about it. We’ve been sleeping together since the day I married Anna. You played the loyal bridesmaid while deleting every shred of evidence she had against me. You even walked her right into that ambush at the party with Anthony’s ex. You’re a nasty little piece of work, aren't you?” Naomi let out a sharp, jagged peal of laughter that bounced off the walls. She snapped to her feet, her hands trembling—not with fear, but with a decades-old heat. “When you say it like that, I sound like the villain,” she spat, her eyes flashing. “But her mother is the reason mine is in the ground. I spent my life huddling in her shadow, eating the scraps from her family’s table while my own world burned

Then Patrick reappeared in her life… and in a matter of minutes, he damn near destroyed everything that she’d worked so painstakingly long and hard to build up. **** Naomi hummed to herself as she filed the papers from the accountant away in her office. Just that afternoon she’d signed off on the last of the budget statements for the next fiscal year, and the numbers were impressive. Between Jax and Matt’s contributions and the auction, Art With Heart was in astounding financial shape, and she was determined to get the ball rolling on her plans for expansion. She slipped out of her high heels and wandered over to the entrance area. She had just sat down to tug on her outdoor boots when the m

Naomi’s fingers tightened on her hymn book, Her heart pounded, torn between her mother’s warnings and the thrilling danger in his smile. From the corner of her eye she caught Williams watching again, his expression unreadable, Annoying as he was, he seemed to notice everything. But Naomi quickly pushed that thought away, Nick had already captured her attention. —- The restaurant glowed with golden light, the soft hum of jazz filling the air. Naomi stepped inside nervously, clutching her sweater tight around her. She’d never been anywhere this fancy before the ceiling sparkled like stars, the tables draped in white linen, glasses shining in neat rows.

I never meant to stay this late. The university library usually kicked everyone out by ten, but I’d sweet-talked Mr. Kane into letting me finish pulling books for my thesis. He was the quiet type, the one who barely looked up from his desk most days. Tall, dark hair always a little messy, glasses that made his green eyes sharper. I’d had a crush on him since freshman year. Pathetic, right? A twenty-one-year-old student crushing on the thirty-something librarian who probably saw me as just another noisy undergrad.

Naomi didn’t go with them—she wasn’t used to sleeping anywhere that wasn’t her own home. She felt like she was losing her mind again. She hadn’t slept at all the night before. The young man filled her thoughts all night long. She remembered all the happy moments they had shared before, even how Ileana came into existence. Questions kept forming in her mind—why was Ileana still Marcus’s only child? Why was she the one who got pregnant? Why hadn’t his present girlfriend conceived? When her parents were finally gone, Naomi immediately pushed the gate open to go inside. But she froze in horror when someone suddenly appeared in front of her and stopped the gate from closing.

Naomi Pov Oh my gosh am so tired today's work so tough,l murmured to myself as l walked through the stairs that leads to my house, almost at my door l could perceive a sweet scent coming our of my house, though it smell sweet but l Know l don't have such smell in my house,it smells like a perfume, could it mean my husband has a visitor l thought Maybe though,l opened the door slowly only to hear a growl,a growl which feels good each time l heard it,l keep on coming closer to the to the sitting room,the growl became more clear, next l heard a moan,oh baby fuck me harder,gosh your cock so sweet, that's a female voice l stood froze my heart skipped at the sound of the moan leaving a chill down