Naomi's Novels & Stories

She said. I blinked and turned to Lizzie, she blinked as well. Naomi smiled proudly. “Before you say no, I want you to know that I saw three women standing beneath the stars yesterday. I am your destined partner for today's games.” she announced. Lizzie and I gave ourselves that look again and laughed. “Think we can work with Crazy?” She whispered to me. I remembered Naomi was surprisingly athletic during the earlier games. And honestly? I liked her weirdness. “Okay,” I agreed. “You’re in.”

Zoe's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, but she quickly slipped back into her vacant act, mumbling a tuneless nursery rhyme. "Drop the act." Naomi sat down on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette from her purse, and lit it. "There's no one else here." Zoe slowly lifted her head. The madness drained from her eyes and was replaced by cold calculation. "Why are you here?" "To check on my good daughter, of course." Naomi blew out a ring of smoke. "I hear you've been doing quite well here."

“A blue door,” Cloe repeated softly, still gripping the phone, Dave’s hand warm in hers. “Naomi, can you describe anything else about it. The dream. Even small things.” “It’s strange,” Naomi said slowly. “It’s always the same. I’m small, sitting on a step, and there’s a woman calling my name from inside. Not the name I have now. Something different. Shorter.” She laughed, a little nervous. “I always wake up before I hear it properly. Cloe, why are you asking me this. You sound.”

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

he stated, as if they were on a date and getting to know each other. "What would you like to know?" Leah frowned when her voice came out breathy and seductive. Since when do I talk like a $2 whore? She cleared her throat, smiled and started again. "Well, I am the oldest of five, and I live with my father and four younger brothers. My mother died ten years ago, so there is a severe lack of estrogen in the house." Ray chuckled and raised one eyebrow. "That must make things difficult when you want to bring males home."

"Is that Roni?" Noah nodded. "Yeah, she just got home from her friend's and said she's too tired to come down." "What friend?" Gio asked as Abel handed him a beer and then tried handing Noah one. Noah shook his head, showing Abel his water. He wondered why it made a difference to Gio what friend Roni was with but answered anyway. "Her friend Nellie." Gio and Abel exchanged glances. The same damn glances they did the day of the fight at his place. So he had to ask, "What?"

" Naomi's voice sliced through the air, her eyes ablaze with indignation as she witnessed the mistreatment of James. Earlier, when James had called, Naomi had intended to arrange a meeting for him and Rowan, eager to resolve the error face to face about her actions. Upon hearing James's claim of going to a club, Naomi initially dismissed it as a prank. After all, James was known for his reserved nature, and the idea of him socializing at a club seemed improbable. She had suspected that James was trying to deter her from contacting him. However, as time passed, doubt gnawed at Naomi's certainty. Concerned for James's well-being,

Jon called, snapping his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the present. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?” I asked. “Yeah. I asked, ‘when did you get a woman?’” he repeated. I groaned as I met his eyes. “Don’t say it like that! I didn’t get a woman! I found Naomi!” He sat up straighter. “Holy shit, brother! The Naomi? As in Medusa’s daughter?” I rolled my eyes as I nodded. “Yeah. The Naomi!” “And? How did it go?” he inquired excitedly.

“Hmm. What now, Naomi?” Naomi straightened, dramatic as ever. “We’re finally going to show her she’s not the only one from a rich home!” “Who?” Tasha asked, confused. “Who is the ‘she’ you’re referring to?” Miriam added. Naomi raised her brow. “Julia, of course.” They all burst into laughter. Though Jake remained silent, smiling throughout their conversation, he couldn’t quite grasp what Naomi had just said—or why she said it. “Oh yes!” Tasha said. “You got that one spot on.”

asked Naomi who was shaken strongly by Benny, "No need to... how about your freelance work, have you finished it?" She shook her head. Luckily his father warned her because she also just remembered that she had a deadline in the afternoon. With an unwilling heart, Naomi lift her head, "Okay... but dad, be careful..." she said to which Benny nodded. The two of them helped each other to tidy up and put the meatballs into Benny's cart. After everything was done, Naomi went to shower. After she finished showering, she went back into her room and opened her laptop. She returned to work on the deadline this afternoon. ****