Naomi Scott Blood On White Satin Novels & Stories

Mr Henry answered nervously. Grandfather Sanchez sighed. “And Noah?.” “The young master would surely be here soon sir. He called that he would be a little late.” Tyler and Xena were standing together at a corner of the hall when Bianca, Charlotte, and Ava walked in. For the occasion, Xena had specially ordered a white swan dress with delicate patterns on it. Dressed in white and next to Tyler, they both looked like a couple. Xena’s face immediately turned to one of disgust as she sighted Bianca in the distance. “Why are they here?.” She asked no one in particular.

*Ginevra* I shudder as the oily sheen of the portal washes over me, making my stomach queasy. Sinclair pauses as our surroundings materialise, and he suddenly grips my wrist, pulling me back. "What--" The metallic tang of blood fills my nostrils, choking me. I step out from behind Sinclair and stop short in surprise. Seven men surround a petite figure, holding her in place as they secure chains on her. Naomi's blue eyes glow with carnal desire, and a maniacal smile graces her lips. She's covered in blood, and her porcelain skin is stained with droplets of it.

Noah Scott remains seated, watching the lady in white dress walking through the red carpet, with her blonde hair bouncing on her back, bringing with her the documents and the paper-thin hopes of getting the job for herself. “I’m here now, my damsel in distress. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

“Martini? Vodka on the rocks?” I pull out my silencer and Jonas’ eye go wide as saucers. His petrified gaze shifts rapidly back and forth between the gun and my face. “Bloody Mary,” I tell him and shoot at his dick. A deep shade of red blossoms like a flower and spreads through his robe, changing it to a deep maroon colour and Jonas slumps onto the ground. Blood splatters on the brunette too and she screams, running away faster than you can say ‘bye’ while the tall lean man stands frozen like a statue.

Even though I could barely see him from where I stood as she was blocking the view, from what I saw, he was muscular. I neared the whimpering girl, and as if she sensed my movement, she turned and faced me. I recognized her instantly. I had ignored the white hair, thinking it was common, but then I hadn't seen many people with white hair. It was her eyes that gave her away and the crescent moon that glowed on her collarbone. "Winter!" I scowled. "Where the hell is Naomi, and what are you wearing?!" She was wearing a white chemise that was currently stained with blood, rather than the elegant maxi gown I had seen her in earlier. Her hair looked dirty, like she had played in the mud, and her l

----- Marriott Hotel entrance Amy Bond had just opened the car door when a pink figure rushed towards her. "Lady, if you don't hurry, the show will be over!" Amy Bond gave Matthew Qin, who was dressed flamboyantly, a kick. "Lower your voice; Scarlett White is sleeping!" "Scarlett White is here too?" Matthew Qin turned his head and saw Scarlett White sitting in the passenger seat. She was wearing a red deep V-neck dress with black hair cascading down, creating a stark visual contrast with her fair skin. Even someone like him, accustomed to the world of glamour, couldn't help feeling a bit fascinated.

With Naomi passed out in my arms, I hurry down the stairs and straight to my car. — " What happened?" Antonio asks as we stand outside Naomi's hospital room while we watch her through the small window in her room. She's been administered treatment and she's unconscious, with a bandage around her head. " She was in an accident." " What?" " Yeah. And I guess Bianca kidnapped her and I don't know the rest of the story. Before I got there Naomi was crying and there was a dead woman." " Who was the dead woman?" " Bianca. Or if you wanna call her by her real name Gianna." I say, sighing as I turn to the doctor who's just stepping out of Naomi's room.

"There is b—blood down there." "What?" She back away from the hole, pointing at it with a shaky finger. "Blood, Val. There's blood in there." I walked up to the hole to take a look. And sure enough, there was blood on the surrounding floor boards. Dried blood. "I was trying to scrub the floor and the board moved." Veronica explained, her voice still full of fear.

It's the ontk safe place that I'm aware off. 'On your left.' My head turns sharply, seeing a white wolf with a similar scent to the substitute teacher. She bumps her body into mine, almost sending me off my feet. I nudged her back, and she growled. What are they trying to do? Kill me? I don't get it. What could I have possibly done? I've heard of people wanting the mean girls to die but no one is going to assassinate Nona. And she's mean too. Maybe not as mean as I was, but definitely mean.

There also happens to be a note right next to them. I reach in and I pick up the note, it has some blood on it. “Jen..” Robert says in unbelief. I have seen worse than this. I unfold the paper and it reads: “I guess the sniper won’t be using his finger to pull any trigger in his life again. Truly Yours, Naomi.” I smile widely, showing my teeth as I realize that Naomi has done her part. She dealt with the sniper, and might I say, in the best way.