Romans & histoires Naomi's

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

Maya groaned as she heard the annoying voice of the machine she was grown familiar with; She tried to open her eyes but the pain in the back of her head did not let the message reach her nervous system smoothly. After a few more attempts; She finally opened her eyes a little only to close them again; the urge to fall back to sleep was tempting but she needed water. blinking a few times; She finally opened her eyes to see her brother sitting across the bed; smiling faintly at her as her blurred vision made her see him. " hey aya ( nanny ) " her brother teased; he called her ' Aaya ' instead of Maya from their childhood.

“Me too. I don’t want anything to change.” Nina couldn’t help but smile. She had the same wish for their family, to maintain the peace and happiness they had fought so hard to achieve. She decided it was time to make her presence known. She gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room. “Hey, you two,” she said softly. Sophie and James looked up, startled. Their faces broke into wide smiles when they saw their mother. “Mom!” they exclaimed in unison. Nina walked over and sat down on Sophie’s bed. “What are you two talking about?”

"I don't want to have fun anymore. My sister-in-law's still waiting for me to go home." Naomi bit her bottom lip, trying very hard to not show the fear and panic she had been feeling. "You'd better watch it. The Winchesters and the Garners aren't forces you can trifle with. I've shown you enough respect, so you'd better stop while you can." But Naomi didn't realize that her cheeks had already turned pink from the alcohol. Even her eyes had reddened because of how strong the alcohol was. It made her look extremely fragile and enticing.

after that Noah left Gladys Exactly five minutes before class started Noah was already in class. The whole class looked down as the Retter passed them, except for a girl who was nicknamed as Böses Mädchen at school. Xevanya Abhighoz, the only one like that, flat expressionless, even no one wants to glance at her. "Oh my lovely Noah, I love you." shouted a girl who caught the attention of the entire class. "Shut your mouth, Xevanya! Mrs. Zoe is on the way right here!" Marfly, the class leader, reprimanded her.

Ileana nodded promptly, and Naomi began searching for clothes for her to wear. When they came out of the room, Ileana immediately ran to Marcus. Naomi wanted to stop her from hugging him, but for now, Marcus was still a stranger, and she doubted he would harm her child. Silently, Naomi went into the room to change. She opened the closet, overwhelmed by the number of hangers but couldn’t decide. Why was this so hard? Did she want to look absolutely beautiful in Marcus’s eyes? With that thought, she grabbed an outfit. She changed quickly and didn’t bother fixing her face, applying only a touch of airy velvet lipstick and mascara to darken her eyes.

Luca opened the back door for me, and I climbed in without a word. Inside, was a lady whose face was completely glued to her phone screen so though everything that went down didn’t really bother her, her presence startled me. She looked so young, barely older than me—if older at all. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, her eyes steady and piercing. She had the kind of beauty that seemed carved out of stone: delicate yet intimidating. “You must be Nora” “Hi, I’m Luna…….Leo’s sister” she finally looked up at me chuckling while introducing herself

None of it surprised her anymore. She almost teared up when she read her dad’s message. ‘Remember your name. Stand tall.’ She squared her shoulders and repeated what he had taught her from the moment they had realised she was not one of them. She was Ava Morgan, daughter of Alpha Roland Morgan, and she didn’t take shit from anybody. If only that were true. Her shoulders sagged again as her mind tried to pull her back to the torturous years she had endured living among the wolves. Even the Alpha and his four sons had failed to keep her safe from that.

Two. “Stay,” Naomi says. “I’ll grab her before she gets inducted into the midnight howl‑along.” “She’s not a puppy.” “Neither are they,” Naomi says darkly and slips out.

Clara shot back. “And, you are not giving me a great deal about your newfound man. Your dirty calls didn't let me get the sleep I deserved the previous night. Tell me about him.” “Don't be nosy, Naomi.” She smiled sheepishly. “Tell me that this sheepish smile stretched on your face is usual, like every day?” “Oh. Come off it. Your girl needs some vitamin D***k too. Got a lot of cob-webs building empires down there.”. On hearing that, Naomi brought her face to her palm, disappointed and smiling inside about how she'd never changed from dirty thoughts.