Naomi's Novels & Stories

Fiona yelled angrily. “Can someone explain what is going on here, and who is this young lady yelling at me? You think you can come to my house and speak to me however you want?” Naomi was frustrated and angry at the same time because she almost lost her mom to a completely crazy person; at this point she was even more scared because it can happen again. From the look of things, Anna isn’t normal at all. “Your house? Well, let me refresh your memory.” Naomi said and rushed upstairs to get the document she signed as the nurse that would be in charge of taking care of her mom.

This didn't prove that she took Naomi, but this proves that she's exactly who everyone said she was, and I've been a gullible fool to see her as any other thing. "Naomi purposefully made a dish containing shrimp. She wanted there to be an issue. She confessed to be pressured by all the duties, and she wanted a reason to leave all the duties behind. I told her it was rubbish, but she begged me to try and convince you that she's a bad person.

“I have it. Sally kept everything – emails, letters, screenshots. She knew I’d need them someday.” “Smart woman,” Naomi said. “Good. We’ll make her bleed.” I gave a dry smile. “That’s the goal.” She stood up and grabbed her bag. “I’ll get started first thing in the morning. You’ll hear from me before noon.” “Thank you,” I said sincerely. “For everything.” Naomi slung her bag over her shoulder and headed toward the door. “I’ve got to run. I have a date tonight,” she said with a grin. “Unlike some people, I’ve decided to give love a chance – even after a few train wrecks.”

And I am finally free. "Mama, why are you sad?" Leo asked. He was very good at feeling Naomi’s emotions. "I'm not sad, my love," Naomi said, closing the laptop quickly. "I was just thinking about a story. Come on, eat your toast. We have a big day." Naomi sent Leo to school and Martha went to the market. Naomi stayed in her studio. She had a big exhibition coming up. All the big art collectors in London wanted to buy an "N.N." painting. That was her secret name.

And that, of course, made me want to touch her more. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, just long enough to draw a deep, shaky breath, and tried to rerun my mantra. Six months. Boundaries. Professionalism. I opened my eyes and looked at the bonfire pit again. Naomi was sitting cross-legged on the rattan sofa, her feet bare, the hem of her simple white sundress riding high on her tanned thighs. Her hands were wrapped around a glass of something clear and sparkling. She was leaning back, her head tipped to the sky, glowing in the heat of the bonfire. She was laughing, a pure, unrestrained sound that hit me like a physical blow, right where the pulse thumped heavily beneath my ribs. H

Naomi sighed, sinking into the soothing warmth, letting it wash over her. After her bath, Naomi dressed in a simple outfit, a soft cream sweater and a pair of light blue jeans. She tied her damp hair into a loose ponytail, her reflection staring back at her in the mirror. Her eyes seemed brighter than before, even if just slightly. Progress, however small, was still progress.

"What is it? I'll agree to any of it." Queenie immediately looked up with a hopeful glance. Her innocent and pure expression was flawless. "Don't call me your savior. I'm Naomi Green." "Then, I'll call you Naomi if it's alright with you? This sounds friendlier." "That works too." Naomi agreed without giving it any thought. The girl looked like she had just finished college. She was a pure young lady who had not seen the world yet. "Naomi! Naomi!" Queenie called out Naomi's name a few times while feigning an innocent look.

Finally. Naomi is back.

She added. “No, I'll be fine. Go home” Naomi said with finality. “Alright then,if you say so”. Caramel left. “Lewis, don't you ever get tired. You wouldn't get me again this time. [Next Day] Naomi stepped out of her closet dressed in a corporate wear. Black short skirt, stopping just below her thigh,with a blue shirt tucked in it. The skirt highlighted her curves and full ass. She wore a black jacket on it, completing her look with a penciled heel.

He looks so uncomfortable. Jason on the other hand is sitting with a glass of scotch in his hand watching the girls dance on stage but with no interest at all. Like me,he has a beautiful mate. Her name is Joana and he adores her. They have been together for three years now and they seem really happy. I bet my baby and I will be that happy.