Naomi Sergei Novels & Stories

Spill it, Serge. Karina and Marina tried to protest Natalya's decision, but ran into harshness. - Get married and drink with your husbands even to delirium tremens. Serge, sit down. Of course, Natalia's words jarred Karina and Marina, but most of all, and for the umpteenth time, they were puzzled by the complete indifference of Sergei himself. That Sergei, whom they knew, at least would have given out something funny, incendiary. And this mummer is sitting and once again afraid to utter a word.

Dimitri finished, scraping his fingers through his hair in frustration. Sergei gave an agitated sigh, “Sorry ‘Mitri. It is not you or the fact that the fucking Westies will be here tonight. “Remember Maya from a few years back?” he asked Dimitri with a frown. Of course, he remembered Maya. She was Sergei’s long-time mistress. As far as he heard, Sergei cut ties with her years ago. Dimitri nods and Sergei pinched the bridge of his nose,

Nikolai’s hand tightened on my waist, his body going rigid with barely leashed violence. I stepped forward before he could respond, chin high, voice calm and laced with steel. “Collateral was a long time ago, Mr. Krov. I am Liora Volkov—his queen and partner. And I’m here because this concerns my daughter’s life as much as your territories. Shall we waste time on outdated insults, or discuss how we both bleed Elias dry?” A beat of silence. Then Sergei’s lips twitched into something almost like respect. He gestured to the seats. “Bold. Sit.”

Marissa POV Just then, the heavy silence of the studio was broken by the sound of a chair scraping back. Someone stood up from a drafting table near the window and walked directly toward me, breaking the tension that Vivienne had left hanging in the air. "Sorry for the nuisance, Marissa. I am Naomi Reyes, and it is nice to meet you. It’s truly wonderful to have you here," she said, extending her hand.

"You'll see me more often from now on, especially at this hour and when I'm not able to come, someone will always be here" "I don't know why you're doing such a thing, My lady, but thank you" "I'm only performing my duty, Desire. I also enjoyed your company. Till next time darling" She made her way for the door and before walking out, she turned back. "I'm Naomi Chen, formerly known as Naomi Ho, the Second queen and the younger sister of your Master"

🗣️ Our queen is back! 🗣️She looks more beautiful!!! 🗣️Naomi please look at me!!! I love you so much!!!! Naomi just smiled and cat walked to wherever she was going to without acknowledging the students shouting and praising her. "Who is she ? " A nerd girl on glasses asked the girl next to her. "Are you new here ? "The girl asked. "Yeah " The nerd said and adjusted her huge glasses. "No wonder, Naomi is like the queen bee of Blackridge college , not only is she pretty and wealthy but she has a popular sister Anastasia who is an actress and a model! " The girl told the nerd girl who just mumbled a simple "Oh " Before heading to the school library.

Then I see Kanda rushing in and coming straight toward me. “He wasn’t there.” “Oh…yeah, I think he had something else to do, but you also came onto him pretty strong.” “We female werecats are like that. If we like or want something, we let it be known,” she says. “That’s an interesting way of doing things.” She nods, but suddenly her eyes land on someone. “Who’s that?” I look where she’s staring and see Serge. “That’s Serge. He’s a good one.” “Good one? He is…” She looks him up and down. “…mouthwatering.”

He asked, and I nodded in agreement. King Napoleon only wanted to put Naomi in her place, but he didn’t know how cruel and cunning Naomi was. She can go to any extent to achieve what she wants and right now… With the help of a dark witch, she thinks that she is invincible. I grimaced when I saw how Naomi was standing in front of that omega warrior. She had her fists raised in front of her chest and face, but instead of placing one foot forward, she had just opened her legs. “I guess she is only good at opening her legs.” Ruben made a nasty remark through mind-link.

A fake smile was plastered on my lips. "You look familiar." He said, and the side of Sergei's lips curved up. Here goes nothing. "She's Zarya Rogov, now Zarya Morozov," Sergei said, and the old man's eyes widened. The people standing nearby also heard that and were shocked out of their wits. "What?" The man asked, looking shocked as he tried to fix his expression but couldn't. Sergei just stared at him, his thumb now caressing the side of my waist, making me feel tingly around the area.

I said, shaking my head. “Don’t be mad,” he replied, laughing lightly. “Just tell me your name. That’s all.” “Fine. My name is Serah. Serah Stones.” “Serah... What a beautiful name,” he said. “I’m Raphael. Nice to meet you, Serah Stones. I won’t forget that name.” “Nice meeting you too,” I muttered and started walking again. After a few steps, I turned slightly and saw him still staring at me. “Such an irritating man,” I murmured under my breath. “I wonder what he’s looking at.” I shook my head and kept walking.