Naomi Scott Blood On White Satin Mga Nobela at Kwento

The screech of metal on metal followed as the truck slammed into Naomi's car, crushing the frame. But she wasn't done. Naomi pulled a bag of fresh deer blood from her purse and poured it over her own head, instantly turning herself into a bloody mess. The thick, metallic scent exploded in the air—strong enough for any wolf within miles to pick up the scent. She climbed into her driver's seat and pointed the hood of her car directly at mine. Everything was ready.

she shared. Joshua nodded thoughtfully. "Alright" he replied before going about his work. Naomi left her Alpha's presence after she gave him updates. But after she left the room, she stopped abruptly and slightly angled her body in the direction from which she came. There, on the floor is a small drop of blood. She bent down and touched the red liquid with her index fingertip before sniffing. "Whose blood is this? It surely doesn't belong to a shifter" she wondered with confusion.

I let her help me; I couldn't help myself anyway. I was drenched in sweat mixed with blood. I heard her conversing with someone over the phone, her tone was hasty. “I just called in for help, they will be here in a minute.” “Let me get you a rinsed up, child.” She supported me in the restroom. And helped me rinse out the blood that was beginning to stick to my face. Blood still ran out of my nose, quicker than before, the old lady's hands were stained with blood. The white face towel she used to wipe out the blood was painted with my blood.

There was an unavoidable electric charge in the air when she was around. "Roman," Naomi's voice broke through my mental fog with its firmness and smoothness. Slowly, I turned, and the sight in front of me made me gasp. Shining softly in the moonlight, Naomi stood in the doorway. She wore a fitted black dress with a neckline that dropped just enough to hint at her curves without being overtly revealing them. Her crimson lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves. My pulse accelerated as I swallowed forcefully. For a moment, all thoughts of Elijah, Camille, and the battle ahead vanished. .

" Lauren said frantically. "It's okay." Emily bit down on her lips, debating on telling Lauren the truth or not. True, the white sheets were stained with blood and also was a part of the gown she wore. Drifting her mind back to the way Roman had torn it off her body, she blushed. "I fell and slipped last night due to the darkness of the room. But I'm fine now." Lauren looked like she didn't buy the lie but nodded to it anyway. "You're an early riser, so when I didn't see you down by this time, I wondered what happened and if Ruthven had managed to kidnap you through this tight security and from under our noses."

Blair glanced indifferently at Naomi. “Since the bet was made before the match, do it now!” Naomi turned pale with fear. ‘Doing a striptease on the stage and slapping myself 200 times? How can I live after it?’ “No… I don’t want to. Ben…” Naomi grabbed Ben and begged for help. Ben looked at Blair and bowed stiffly. “Master Blair, Naomi only acted in a moment of anger—” Blair sneered. “Who the hell are you? Is there a place for you to speak here?”

Naomi bit out as she lifted the curtains slightly and peeked out the window. I calmed down only a bit, since it was silver, then we have less problem to worry about, that would be that there's still a bullet lodged inside her which is causing her pain, and also the backup that Naomi mentioned. "It'll only take a few minutes for me to get it out, I saw a kit earlier in the bathroom," Cleo said in hopes that we could save Hannah and get out of there. I nodded, signaling for her to get started, she rushed towards the bathroom and got the kit, and proceeded to get the bullet out of Hannah, with Timothy's help as well.

“I don’t know. I noticed it last night. Must have burned myself and didn’t realize it.” “Odd,” Naomi murmurs, but her attention is grabbed by distant howling. I look down at the scar again. It’s brighter in the first glimpses of moonlight peeking through violet clouds. I smooth my thumb over it, thinking suddenly of that clumsy, shy girl from the fiber shop in Silverhide yesterday. Oakley. A beautiful name. “Well, I’m bored now.” Naomi rises and dusts off her thighs. “I’m spending the night, but I’m spiriting to your cabin.” Without another word, her body disappears in a gust of crimson sparkles, which are carried away on the breeze.

Justin's POV. “Naomi!” I yelled as I watched her fall from the observation deck. The silhouette of the person that pushed her was that of a woman. She was wearing a hoodie that covered her face so I could not see her. I left the grand hall to chase Naomi after she abruptly left. When I got there, she was already talking to Scott, so I hid in a corner waiting for them to finish. Just as Scott was leaving, I emerged from my hiding spot to approach Naomi. That is when I noticed the woman's silhouette who pushed Naomi into the water.