Naomi Scott Blood On White Satin Novels & Stories

she said with a smile so I nodded. I got off bed and just now, I noticed that I was in a room that was all color white. It's like I'm on television or maybe I'm confined to a mental hospital. This is a little bit creepy. Who is the sane person who would stay in a room where everything is white, right? Isn't it weird? Oh... they are vampires, not humans. I forgot about that. Shantelle's Mother and Grandmother are the only human in her family.

Let him tear it into small pieces with his teeth at least it prevented him from barking at me every day. Unfortunately, life is about fate. If it is not destined to happen, it will not happen as the wise men say. Back to reality, I turned my gaze around looking for any odd things I could point to as evidence against her for making a false accusations on EL ALFA. Maybe I can find more clues if I can get into her office and how can I get there? Immediately Naomi came out with a pile of red silk dresses in her hand. " Would you like to try on one of these dress, Miss? I am sure you will look amazing in this dress. " She spoke to me and held up a red satin cami dress with split thighs.

She stood there alone, her long white hair fluttering in the cold, dry night breeze. She was not an old woman, her face was as clear as moonlight and skin as smooth as jade ... body so petite with a slender waist and delicate fingers. There was nothing strange about this woman until one took a closer look and noticed the blood dripping from her chin, staining her bare neck and chest. The girl's front was covered in bloodstains which didn't seem to be hers. It was too much blood for her to still be alive and stand steadily if it was her that was injured.

Everywhere was white… the sky, the trees and– Blood. That was the only stain on the ground. I dragged my bare feet through the blizzard to see the blood. No. God please, no. I stared mortified at the scene. Nina. Her body was frail, her thin gown hung loosely, and her teeth rattled. Her favourite white dress was covered in bright red. “Nina…” I whispered. Suddenly, her head snapped towards me. “Shoot.” I looked down, a gun had appeared in my hand. My head shook.

So she opened Emmitt’s closet. Seeing a row of neat and clean shirts, she took one down without thinking. Wearing his white shirt, she felt extremely safe. There was no one else here, and one could see nothing from the windows and doors, so Naomi could go downstairs only in the white shirt and a pair of underwear. Her figure was as good as a model's, and she was not skinny. Her skin was white and plump, just like a girl.

My wish would be having Sofia killed,' Naomi thought and leaned against the door. 'William is mine and nobody can turn him against me, I love him too much to lose him to a stupid white witch who is ignorant of her own roots' Naomi said inwardly and sucked in deep breaths. 'That b*tch has to die'

How could he be so calm when her entire world felt like it was folding in on itself? She didn’t want to stay another second under the same roof. The air here was heavy, too filled with ghosts of memories and arguments they’d never finished. Not to mention the answered questions in her head. Before he could come downstairs, she was already on her feet. Naomi changed into a simple white blouse and grey skirt, clothes she had requested one of the house staff to fetch from Damon's room, tied her hair into a low bun, and slipped her feet into heels. She caught her reflection briefly in the mirror by the door; eyes tired, lips set in a straight line, the faint bruise from the blast still healing b

“This crowd is bloodthirsty.” As I took the box from her, she added low under her breath, “One more thing. Ethan Cole has been seen in Milan. Be careful tonight.” My fingers tightened around the box. “Thanks for the warning.” Naomi held my gaze for a second. “Don’t let him get in your head.” I nodded once and turned away. — Inside the guest room, I opened the box Naomi handed me. The gown shimmered like crushed metal—slit high, neckline low, scandal wrapped in silk. I ran my fingers over the fabric, feeling both exposed and invisible.

Heaves heavily, then lowers her voice to continue. “I'm sorry, Naomi. I didn't mean to trigger your past…” “It's fine. You've never had brains.” She teased, brushing strands of blonde hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. Clara’s eyes beamed with a little laughter, which she held captive in her gut. “So, what's the plan? How do we donate blood without getting in physical contact with your mother?” Naomi stood up, folding her arms behind her back, looking through the window like the answers were written there.

Since I absolutely hated women who betrayed their mates for power, I refused to let her cheap hands touch my clothing. Standing up from the chair with blinding speed, I reached out and grabbed Naomi by the collar of her red dress, lifting her entirely off the wooden floorboards. As she shrieked in sudden terror and kicked her legs in the air, I twisted my upper body and violently flung her across the stage. Flying through the air, Naomi slammed heavily into the thick trunk of a large oak tree located at the edge of the platform with a loud cracking sound. She fell onto the dirt below the stage, clutching her head as bright red blood gushed from a large cut on her forehead and dripped down he