Naomi Scott Blood On White Satin Novelas e Histórias

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

After dinner, she met the female vampire in her room to be measured and asked a few questions. Her name was Naomi and she was like a butterfly, flitting around happily and adding color to her world where she saw monochrome. Thankfully she took her taste and comfort into consideration and agreed that she would get wedges wherever possible instead of the ankle breaking stilettos Elder Daniels had insisted she wear the whole day.

The driver pulled up to the penthouse and waited for me to get down before driving out of the garage. I let myself in, the heavy front door closing with a soft thud behind me. The house was quiet. I kicked off my heels, picked them up, and walked quietly towards the main living area, expecting to find no one. But then I heard it. A faint cough, followed by a soft sniffle. My steps faltered. The sound came from the large sitting room. Naomi was curled up on one of the plush velvet sofas, a thick blanket pulled up to her chin. Her face was flushed, her eyes red and a little watery. A box of tissues sat on the armrest beside her, and the waste bin nearby was overflowing with used ones. She look

At this time, a strange voice dripping with sarcasm sounded from behind Ellena. Ellena did not need to turn her head to look. She could tell who this voice belonged to. It was just because this voice was too familiar. Ellena did not turn her head. Naomi came to her side and casually said, "How long has it been since we last saw each other and you do not know me? That friend of yours with the surname White, is his injury healed?" Naomi wore a black low-cut evening dress today and her makeup was as thick as usual. The way she looked at Ellena, there was a hatred that could not be hidden in her eyes.

Queen Naomi removed her hand from Desire as Ying reappeared from the inner part with a sore expression and an angry Sylvester right beside him. “What happened to you, my Queen? Where is that blood from?” Ying panicked and almost ran to Naomi’s side. Naomi looked at her right hand to see blood. She was first scared, then she looked at Desire and saw that the blood was from her hand. It had dripped into her palm before Queen Naomi held her. “Desire, What happened to your hand?” Queen Naomi panicked “Your madness happened” Sylvester replied instead, earning a glare from his sister. Sylvester pulled Naomi up to her feet and led her into the room. He took some ointment and leaf before leading her

He did nothing but look at Naomi while she was still kneeling. "I don't understand why you're dressing like that." Allen said quickly to Naomi, who moved around a little bit. Her knees were weak, and she still felt terribly dizzy despite getting some rest. "I didn't have time to change out of these clothes. I am sorry if I offended you in any way." Naomi whispered the words. Her mouth was making a mild coughing sound. "Is that... Blood?" Serena heaved a breath and covered her lips with her hand. It was possible that Serena's remarks acted as a trigger, because as soon as she said that, it set off another round of coughing for Naomi. This one is considerably bloodier than the one before it.

White lights everywhere, fake snow on the tables, ice sculptures that were already starting to melt under the warm hotel lighting. Riley and I found our assigned table. Naomi was already there in a very pretty red dress that made her look like she’d stepped off a movie screen, but she was staring at her phone instead of looking at us. “Hey,” I said, sliding into the seat next to her. She glanced up, gave me the barest nod of acknowledgment, then went back to scrolling through I*******m. Riley sat across from us, bow tie already slightly crooked. “You look amazing, Naomi.”

“We both fired and I was just a second faster. If I had made the slightest mistake, he would have gotten me first. I shot his hand and watched his fingers fly everywhere. He was so high that he didn’t even acknowledge the pain. He tried to reach for the gun with his other hand. I wasn’t expecting it and was too far away to stop him. So I had to shoot him again and this time, I got him in the abdomen. He finally stopped. There was so much blood. I don’t know what kind of drugs he had been taking but his blood was way too thin.” Naomi was speaking like she was in a daze. It was ironic that considering her profession, the sight of blood and bits of flesh could terrify her so much.

The last one, he kept for himself. “Now you have everything you need,” he said. “Make your demands and see them fulfilled.” Salcan took his sample and mixed it with the blood he had taken from Naomi. He added my blood too. He murmured words under his breath, then drew the mixture back into the syringe. He walked over to Naomi and injected it into her stomach. Her body jerked once, then went completely still. It all happened so fast that my mind could not catch up. “Naomi,” Salcan said, his voice shaking.