Naomi Novels Novels & Stories

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.

Naomi’s POV I returned home and locked myself in the nursery. The weight of it all sat on my chest like stone. It was too heavy to bear, I wish all this could just disappear. My daughter was becoming a symbol. A signal. A calling. And it was happening whether I wanted it or not, without my permission. Then I noticed something new. A book on Miranda’s desk. A journal. She’d been writing in it. Not drawings. Letters. To the other children. “I see you, Eve-04. Don’t be afraid of the dark.

I was friendzoned for a reason. I looked up at the Night sky and sigh. ************ THIRD POV It's about midnight when Naomi came back to her room ,exhausted.... She is tired of the extra work, she went to the investigation team after she left the hall... She entered into dark bedroom and open her tight bun which has started causing a ache in the back of her head. Only moon light is illuminating half of the bed. But she didn't care to switch on the light.She is too engrossed in her thought....

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

“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!!!”

*NAOMI'S OFFICE* ________________ Naomi had been buried in her work since she came back. Her latest book would be published in two months. And this novel would be different from her other ones coz it's gonna be bout her. She once fell in love,it didn't turn out great and she would never do that shit again. She once had a friend, but that same friend became her enemy. Maybe she deserved all of this. And now,her nightmare was back. The one who ruined it all. The one who broke her beyond repairs.

My fingers tightened around the parchment hidden beneath my cloak. Naomi had spent her entire life believing she belonged. Soon, everyone would question that. And when they did, I would be there to watch everything she had built crumble. Her family. Her reputation. Her place beside Axel. Everything. I stepped into the cold night air. A smile slowly formed on my lips. For years, Naomi had been the one everyone pitied. Now it was finally my turn to decide her fate. She had stolen everything from me. And I was going to take everything from her.

NAOMI’S POV I stood outside my father’s house for a long moment before I finally walked up to the door. My hand was still shaking as I raised it to knock, but before I could, the door swung open. My father, Adams Williams, stood there, his face was twisted with rage. Behind him, I could see my stepmother, Mary, pacing in the living room with her phone pressed to her ear. “Dad—” Smack! His palm connected with my cheek.

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

Elena's POV In the first year of our marriage, Lorenzo Moretti publicly announced that I wouldn't be the Donna of the Moretti family. Instead, he made me do the work of a maid for a dollar per task. I worked myself to the bone, injuring my back. On rainy days, I would shake from the pain. In the second year of our marriage, the Moretti family's casino in Lavergo opened, and I was called in to work as a dealer. I was paid five dollars a night.