Naomi Scott Blood On White Satin の小説・ストーリー

By 9am he decided he had enough evidence he needed to have the pack police arrest these monsters so that they could be locked away before they hurt anyone lese while he gathered together all the evidence to present to the wolf court and Alpha Theon. At 9.30 he had reached the video that made his breath freeze in his lungs and his heart refused to beat for a moment in shock. It was like all the other videos. There was a young woman with her hands tied in front of her sat on a chair with her head bent forward, unconscious, but this one was different. She had long white hair. And as the first guard walked towards her, he pulled her head back and Peter saw what he already knew, that this was Nao

The banners bore two crests side by side — the wolf sigil of Kael’s house and the moonlit rose of the vampire court. I stood in the small chamber just off the main hall, my hands resting against the carved wooden dressing table. My reflection stared back at me, framed by the delicate lace veil draped over my dark hair. The gown I wore was unlike anything I’d ever imagined for myself — midnight silk that caught the light with every shift, embroidered with silver thread in the shape of curling vines and running wolves. “You look like the kind of woman who could topple a kingdom,” a voice drawled from the doorway.

$500. Naomi’s hands trembled. Her body, traitorously, tingled. She shouldn’t respond. She shouldn’t even think about it. But part of her wanted to be caught. Wanted to be claimed. The next stream was different. She wore nothing but a silk robe. She turned the camera slightly just enough to show the curve of her thigh, the dip of her collarbone, her parted lips. She didn’t speak. She only stared at the lens. Within seconds, the mystery watcher joined the room.

Inevitably, the blood from his scar had been splattered on the floor where he fell. Seeing all that, Naomi immediately closed the warehouse door and tried to unleash the Red Stone power that had fused in her body, so that the smell of blood and their whereabouts could not be known by Andros, Brendi and Draynes. With her blood red eyes now, Naomi walked closer to the Putri, who was grimacing in pain. "You, no way." Putri tried to back away even though now she felt excruciating pain all over her body. While in a state of urgency, the Putri's eyes were fixed on an iron that was not far from her place.

I released them from my magical binds and turned to face them both. “You knew about this?” My voice trembled as I gestured to where Naomi lay on the floor, her body limp and still. Every part of me ached to rush to her side and check for any sign of life. She couldn’t be dead, not from the lack of blood...she was just passed out, that’s all. I could save her. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and fear. Her skin was already turning ashy, the colour fading as she lay in her crimson pool. I needed to act fast is I was going to save her.

After some rustling noises, everything fell silent outside the door. I became more suspicious. What did she mean by “the right moment”? Just as I was struggling over how to proceed, the door suddenly opened. Naomi walked in. “What’s taking you so long? Don’t waste the right moment. If you can’t get it done, I’ll help you.” With that, Naomi quickly undressed the two women on the bed. Their snow-white skin and stunning curves were fully exposed. I had never seen a naked woman before. I turned my face away in embarrassment.

I left my hair down, in loose waves falling over my shoulders, and dabbed a touch of perfume on my pulse points. This wasn’t just dinner. Not anymore, and I could feel it. Naomi opened her door at exactly seven. She wore fitted dark jeans and a simple white button-up with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the full length of her tattoos. Her curls were loose tonight, framing her face, and the moment her eyes landed on me they darkened with obvious appreciation. “Fuck, Dani,” she said, voice low and rough as she stepped aside to let me in. “You look incredible.”

God, she is losing a lot of blood. "Mrs Kincaid, what happened to you?" "T....t...the....ma.....mai...." "How interesting." I froze, looking ahead where the familiar female voice came from. Naomi is standing at the entrance with a phone up in her blood-filled hands like she is..... God, she is recording me? I looked at the knife in my hand. I dropped it, looking at her. She lowered the phone, smirking at me. The smirk. Her bloody hands.

They did not notice the killing frost in her eyes. "Hey, another babe? What is going on today, we are blessed!" "Little lady, why not join us? You can even join our friend on the bed…" Naomi lay tossed on the bed, bound from head to toe, her eyes blindfolded. A heap of tools sat on the floor beside the mattress, items she had only ever seen in adult films. Byleth took in the scene in an instant, and fury ripped through her. "Die." She shot forward, her figure slicing through the room like a phantom.