Naomi Novels Novels & Stories

Just as he reached the door, he heard her exclaim with joy: “Aha! So this is where you were hiding! I searched high and low, only to find it when I wasn’t looking! The darkest hour is just before the dawn! When one door closes, another opens!” “…" Jax looked at the girl inside, half exasperated, half amused. So she gets poetic when she’s drunk now? And she even got the lines mixed up… Naomi then plopped down on the floor, leaned against the bookshelf, and took photos of the report on her phone. As she was doing that, Jax quietly retreated, turned his phone on silent, and headed for the master bedroom. ... Back in the study, Naomi squinted at her screen, trying to type but failing miserably.

“It’s amazing to have someone like you championing me.” “You earn your stripes, make no mistake.” She smiles sweetly. I continue—onto the much more delicate portion of her equilateral triangle. “Three… Brains, beauty, sensitivity and everything else you have going on, Nikki St. Claire, represent the complementary DNA to combine with mine. For my child.” Her jaw drops. In slow-motion. Her eyes widen. Her mouth opens. No words come out.

Meanwhile, Naomi sauntered into her family’s grand estate, her lips curved into a smug, victorious smile. She had been humming to herself the entire drive home from campus, practically giddy with anticipation. In her mind, the plan had gone off without a single hitch. By now, that pathetic, low-class nobody Corvina had surely been beaten to a pulp, terrified out of her mind, and chased straight off campus for good. No one stole the spotlight from Naomi Matthew and got away with it. No one dares.

Seeing that, Naomi smirked. “This old hag is so predictable,” she muttered under her breath, her tone full of mockery. Everything was going exactly as she wanted. Earlier, Naomi had told the maids to take some time off, pretending she needed peace and quiet to think. She even convinced her mother, Clarisse, to give her space to recuperate after all the recent problems and Clarisse had agreed without suspecting anything. Now the house was quiet, the perfect setup for her plan. Naomi crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, eyes still on the monitor. She smiled again when Celeste came closer to the door, just as she expected.

This is why she decided not to tell him anything about the company. When Naomi went downstairs, she couldn't hide her excitement at all; she kept humming a very interesting sound. When Anna saw that she was happy, she was wondering why Naomi was so happy this evening because earlier she looked exhausted. Anna was so upset when she saw Naomi happy. The conclusion she was able to come up with is the fact that Damian helped her close the case that she was trying to get out of.

“You look like a ghost.” Room 214 was at the far end of the second floor, past a nurses’ station with nobody at it. The door stood open about four inches, and a lamp was on inside. Naomi sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed, in a gray cardigan buttoned to the throat and leather gloves, with a small suitcase packed beside her on the blanket. She was looking out the window at the parking lot, where the sky had started to go the color of dishwater. “You’re early,” she said, without turning around. “I thought I had until six.”

But Naomi said, “yes there are innocents. For example there is a she wolf who lives by the dry lot storage closest to me, she is an omega and she would leave a small bag of rice, cereal and some tins if it looked like the others were going to take it all.” Naomi took a deep breath then confessed.

He opened one eye as I walked by, and just as I was about to sit down, he sprang up, claiming my chair before I could even settle in. "Seriously, Cheeto? Move your ass." He flicked his tail in response. Little shit. With a sigh, I nudged him aside just enough to reclaim my seat, then reached for my favorite battery powered boyfriend from the side table. You know, just in case. It had been a long week, and if Cameron wasn’t going to fuck me senseless, then I’d have to take matters into my own hands. I pulled the new book from my bag. Corrupted Innocents. The latest in a series I had been devouring for weeks. If Cameron thought I’d enjoy it, then I damn well would.

Later that evening, as the hall began to empty and Cassey and I packed up with huge smiles, I allowed myself one quiet moment of reflection. Two million dollars. A luxury car. National recognition. This was only the beginning of my bloom and no matter what storms came next from my mother, from Indira, or from the complicated fire between me and Calder, I would face them. Stronger. Bolder. Unbreakable. I was Greer. I was Lumina Bloom. And I was finally shining. ***

“Yeah, Naomi practically saved Octavia’s life once.” Eli paused. He tried to not appear so interested else his cover would be blown. “Saved her life?” “They had some accident when they were younger. Naomi nearly drowned getting her out of the water.” “Seriously?” “Yeah. She’s had heart problems ever since.” Eli glanced toward the photograph again. “So Naomi’s the famous one?” “Obviously.” “And Octavia?” “She’s good. Usually comes second.” The young man shrugged. “Hard competing against Naomi, though,” the young man quickly added.