Naomi's Novels & Stories

Cain says, raising a hand. "Cain, I don't think—" "I’m of age, Mother," he cuts her off. She purses her lips but retreats. Naomi is a natural beauty—dark hair and those striking eyes. She’s elegant, without the artificiality of the women my father usually cycled through before the merger. When he brought her home, I was caught off guard. She didn't come with a fleet of cars or a mountain of jewelry. My father has always been drawn to the flashy, the gold-diggers. Naomi had nothing but her name. I never saw her as a social climber, though. I wasn't the kind of kid who worried about an inheritance being stolen. No, life was stable until Cain Hayes walked into this house.

“Do you have any idea who that is?” Naomi sputtered, almost choking for the second time. Her eyes bulged and her hand flew to her chest as she stared across the room. “That’s Anthony Jeffery,” she breathed, stunned as if she had just seen a ghost.

Naomi sighs, going towards her “Grannie…..do I look ugly?” She asked raising her teary face up to stares at her, as she broke into more tears “Oh my God…come here baby…no you are not” Naomi hugs her, patting her back “But why can’t he recognize my love for him. Why can’t I find someone who loves me back?” She questions, as Naomi sighs

“I think you’re meant to rule Eastonia one day, not me.” “You’re right.” Her eyes meet mine, bold and bright. She’s all Firestone. Dark brown hair, stunning sea-green eyes. The height. The hardness. The brutality I’ve never had. I might be a nutcase, but that’s strictly the result of my parents’ bold genetics mingling, not fate. Naomi was born to be a queen in her own right. Not by marriage. Not to share the role with a man. She is everything I can’t be for Eastonia.

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.

Naomi’s POV I was the rare Beta who bloomed late, a tale that fluttered through the community faster than butterflies on a summer breeze. Naomi, the late bloomer—that was the moniker that stuck. My first shift arrived at the age of twenty, a searingly painful experience that I'd never forget. Yet amidst the agony, a revelation eased my suffering: I was destined to be mated to the Marshall quadruplets.

We went to Griff's office and found him still working "You should get some rest we can't let our best tech geek looks focus," Max joked "Funny but I'm almost done," Griff said and kissed Max before tipping again "With what?" I asked "Finding Robert's daughter's name," he said and we all stood closer "You know what would be funny?" Leo asked "What?" Griff asked "If Olivia is Olivia Russo the daughter of..." Leo said but Griff cut him off, "Robert Russo," "That would be fucking funny," Noah said "Well then start laughing," Griff said and kicked on a file, and Olivia's photo popped up with her birth certificate

Vivian, still clad in her nightwear and hastily thrown-on kimono, swung the door open to find her mother standing before her. Regina, her mother, was impeccably dressed even in her active wear, a testament to her unwavering commitment to maintaining a polished appearance. She wore a sleek black workout top that hugged her figure, paired with matching leggings and pristine white sneakers. Her silver hair was styled flawlessly, and a hint of perspiration on her forehead suggested she had just returned from an intense workout session.

“Don’t you think it’s funny i couldn’t get any information in her with Money? So I plan on using jothan to get all information.” “Would that work?” “It should. Let’s get to work now, I’ll tell you more about it later. So good to have you back Nora”, she said hugging me briefly. Naomi really needs saving and I don’t know how I’m going to do that…

CHAPTER THREE Raquel pushed the door open and banged it loudly after her. She made for the drawer close to the bed, opened and closed it. She went to the wardrobe, opened it, and shut it back again. Her face was red with anger. She murmured as she roamed the room. Noah didn’t raise his face; his eyes were focused on the computer and he was absentmindedly punching the keys noisily. This very act was getting Raquel more and more infuriated. Her action was getting the room all heated up but Noah seemed not to care. At last, he turned to look at her, “why are you acting like a crazy woman? Can’t you see I’m trying to work? Can’t I have peace at least? What the hell is your problem?” he combed hi