Naomi Scott Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Mikel said as he held Caira's hand and tried taking her away, but caira declined, she was anxious to know who the lady was, she can't be nobody. "Well, I'd like to answer your question by introducing myself first. I'm Naomi Havard, an Ex-super model, the only daughter of Governor Harvard Wang, and the mother of Mikel's son" she said the last part with a smirk. Caira felt a loud bang in her head as soon as she heard her. Her eyes slowly drifted to the little boy who was standing close to her.

"Yeah, I did.." "Okay.. What's the big case on hand? That murder last night, yes?" Naomi asked, now walking into the office and releasing the door, allowing it to close naturally. She was in a shirt which had its sleeves rolled up and a pair of light blue jeans to go with her Suede's. Her hair was dyed white and contrasted with her chocolate skin. She was a fashion killer; she'd always been.

I’m pretty sure that the humans would accept. My best friends are Sally, a British woman in her early thirties, and Naomi, a twenty seven year old, dark skinned woman from South Africa. Sally is the mate of Kurn and Naomi is Reli’s mate so we naturally hang together. Naiomi has also gotten pregnant and is in her second month now. Sally and Kurn on the other hand have had more complications since she fell ill shortly after arriving. But I am sure that they’ll have their own baby soon.

He was so carried looking at me and he stepped into the dirty mold and fully fell into it when he tried to get himself out. How exactly was I brainwashed by Mitchell and Vincent to forget how cute and caring Nicklaus is and make me push him to the wall in bringing out the worst in him. “Naomi,are you giving birth there?” I heard Mitchell's voice,she must be back already. “No I am not,you know how I love the shower right?” “Yes,I can. I forget that you act like a mermaid at times,I guess you should have been born as a fish and not a Werewolf.” She made a tease.

“It is beautiful, isn't it?” “It looks okay,”my nerves were on edge and I was pretty sure there was a pool of sweat at the nape of my neck. The chair turned and a lady sat down there. She was beautiful, her Japanese ancestry causing her to have small distinct features. She stood and walked to me, her head barely reaching my shoulders. “My my, you're a tall one,” she smirked. “I am Naomi Miyazaki.” I took the hand she offered, my throat dry. “Dylan Cross.”

Marcus had briefed her thoroughly on exactly who she'd be dealing with. She'd shown up late on purpose, fully aware of who was waiting on the other side. While Ethan stood there stunned, Marcus's assistant stepped forward, positioning himself protectively beside Naomi. "Mr. Blackwood. This is the Sinclair family's eldest daughter. I'd recommend some respect." "...What did you just say?" Ethan's vision swam, a low buzz filling his skull. Naomi is the Sinclair heiress? How is that even possible? "That's not possible! She can't be the Sinclair daughter!" The denial shot out of him before he could stop it.

"You don't wanna get married? Have 'em kids running around?" Naomi makes a face, her blue eyes shinning with mirth. "Non," she says in a perfect French accent. "There's not one man or woman that can handle all of me. So, I need more than one." "Girl," Ray mutters, yanking on my hair strands. "You are cray cray." "You're one to talk," I say, a throaty sound jumping to my throat as her nails scrape along my scalp, soothing an itch. "You and Ethan--"

Naomi sighed, sinking into the soothing warmth, letting it wash over her. After her bath, Naomi dressed in a simple outfit, a soft cream sweater and a pair of light blue jeans. She tied her damp hair into a loose ponytail, her reflection staring back at her in the mirror. Her eyes seemed brighter than before, even if just slightly. Progress, however small, was still progress.

she exclaimed. Naomi wore a chocolate brown suede mini skirt, a soft lilac v-neck cashmere sweater,and knee high black boots. Her hair was long and light brown streaked with honey and amber, her small mouth was glossed a shiny red, and her close-set eyes were covered by her designer sunglasses. Melanie wasn’t expecting her until a week later as she had said she still had work keeping her. "Aunt Naomi ! Aunt Naomi !" Sophie and Matt shrieked in unison, their arms outstretched as they ran with the speed of lightning to embrace her.

Jacob ignored his question because he knew that Naina could never be Anderson's daughter as she was blake and she got that surname from her mother. And on the top, her roots were from India. Yes, She wasn't born in India neither she visited there before but her dad had filled all the colors of his colorful nation in her.