Naomi Scott Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"You were very wicked. Are you a witch?" Naomi's eyes went wide slightly as if in shock. " My mother was a witch while my father was a werewolf," she confessed. No wonder she acts like a witch. She must have inherited her mother's attributes. I bet her mother was an evil witch that was either cursed or sent out of the kingdom. "I'm sorry, Kahlan. I'm really sorry and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me," she said softly. Shock kept me motionless and speechless for a moment. Naomi took my hand in hers and I could see the sincerity in her voice and on her face. Was she really saying the truth?

No one answered Naomi, but they pulled her up harshly and dragged her broken body outside the cell. Naomi snarled, thrashing her body violently to stop the humiliation bestowed on her by two mere witches. “I am the youngest daughter of Alpha Nolan. He will kill you if you treat me like this,” She snarled at them when she couldn’t get out of their grasp. “Save your strength, mutt. You will need it later,” Mona scolded Naomi, irritated by Naomi’s screams. Naomi glared hard at Mona. She recognized the witch. She looked very similar to Roma, but she was Roma’s cousin.

And it was not just Naomi and Briselle that were gorgeous; their whole pack was stunning. First off, Briselle and Naomi were related. Sisters, at the most. They both looked so similar, but their style was different as hell. Naomi was gothic cute. She wore black everywhere from her fingernails to her steel toe boots. Her hair was even a jet-black color. Her skin complexion was the same color as hershey’s kisses. Let’s not forget about Naomi’s attitude. Bitch had a fucking mouth, but she was feared by most.

Naomi. Naomi was a woman I would choose to be my luna if the blood oath didn’t stand, she was of beta blood, strong, assertive and a little bit of a social climber though I liked that about her she would help me reach my goals. She had the same hunger as I did.

Then, as time had gone by, her face had started becoming more and more delicate, and everyone who saw her would say that she would be a stunning beauty when she grew up. But Naomi did not look like Sotiria, especially not her eyes. Her pupils were as dark as if they were soaked in black ink, while the white part was clear and radiant as ice. Anyone who saw her would instantly get absorbed into her eyes. Sotiria knew that Naomi must have inherited her face from her father. Therefore, Naomi’s biological father had to be very handsome. Even though the man who had impregnated Sotiria had not shown up once in the past four years and she had already given up on him, she still wanted to know what k

Naomi sometimes wished that she had come to the world as an animal; maybe she would have endured less pain that way. It would have been exciting being an eagle, able to soar above clouds without a care in the world. She felt lucky that she had found a clinic in need of a vet in Carson because she couldn’t have imagined doing any other job. She would have probably opened her own clinic if it had come to that; Naomi wasn’t the kind of girl to give up on her dreams. She might not look it, but she was one tough cookie. Naomi had waist length jet black hair that looked darker than a moonless night and bright green eyes that would remind anyone of a cat. She had a pointed nose; and beneath that we