Novelas y relatos de Naomi Sinclair

I said, turning my head, looking at Grace and Rachel, "But I have never seen Grace so happy before. She was always so so introverted that everyone misjudged her for being mean to others, but the truth is she just doesn't know how to express her feelings to others," Daniel nodded his head as if he knew what I was trying to say. "Even Rachel is so happy, she is someone who always has a smile on her face, making everyone else smile. But deep down she is always so lonely, she too has a hard time expressing herself. But she hides it with a fake smile on her face, to fool others,"

I whispered to her in her frozen state. "You still haven't changed. I'm glad to know a relative of mine shares a like mind." Sinclair says, my mind went back to their first conversation. If Naomi killed Ephraim, then it's possible that Sinclair is behind the recent chaos. I was this close to going up to them and smashing the portrait on their head.

Gracie and my own mother who put me in such a terrible place, mentally, physically. “T—Thank y—you,” I tried to smile softly. “Keep it to yourself, I don’t accept formalities from sweethearts like you,” She bent over my ear and whispered softly. This woman possessed a beautiful soul, and I hoped she knew that. She was a born healer. Her words were magical and curative. She was something I always esteemed to be. Strong with the bad, soft with the weak, independent, powerful, authoritative over cruelty and helping towards the sufferer. She was a wonder woman.

Clearly this Pack is focused more on sex than they are on creating a productive Pack. Taking a seat at the head of the table Reid sits on one side and the girl on the other. Trying to lighten the mood, I ask the girl again for her name. She replies quietly, so quietly that even with my wolf hearing I can barely hear her that her name is Mary. “Mary, can you tell me what you do here?” She responds that she cooks and cleans. “And what was happening when we walked into the Pack house?” I ask her. She hesitates but I remind her she won’t be punished if she answers honestly. “How can you protect me or anybody here? You’ll be here for a day and then leave. We have nobody here to help us, a

I lifted a large, thick book out of my desk drawer and placed it in front of her. “The legislation in the pack code is outdated and doesn’t align with my vision for this pack. I need a sharp-minded, motivated, feminist wolf to go through it with a fine comb.” She ran her fingers along the cover of the pack code, a smile twitching at her lips. “I also want someone blatantly honest, unafraid to say it how it is. I’m not as modern as I’d like to be and I may need to be reminded of that from time to time. Elias and I believe you check every box.”

The eyes of the person in the photo are blank, and it is not as bright as it used to be. This is Rachel West’s current name. After all, she used to be James Smith wife, the wife of MK's president, and for that alone, the name ‘Rachel West’ was enough of a hit, so she couldn't use the name “Rachel West’ again. "Rainia?" Alexa West stared at the photo and said to James Smith, "James, it seems that you are really wrong, my sister hated rain since she was a child, how could she be called Rainia, and the person in this photo is a far cry from my sister."

I didn’t know how to respond to that. "Well... Yeah. I'm the younger son." "Wow. Sorry if I'm talking too much but you look so much like your father, I'm sure you get that a lot." Then she winked. Ok, she was hitting on me. I would have indulged her and flirted back. But for some reason, I couldn't. From my embarrassment, she smiled and then held out her hand. “I'm Clarissa Garrity. Chief Financial Officer." "Oh, nice to meet you, Miss Garrity." I accepted her handshake. "I'm..."

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets. She remembered how she felt as if a part of her humanity crumbled off every time she took a life until a time came when she felt nothing. Like the man who felt nothing as he toyed around with women’s hearts, she had no regard for other people and was selfish of her own happiness and pleasure. She then snapped out of her own maze of reminiscence and started her busy day.

Her little feet are encased in block heels, and she’s currently sitting at the bar with a group of friends. Even though I'm seated a bit far from her, I can see her clearly. She's like a star, drawing all the lights to herself. The girl is a bit tall, with a perfect figure that kills. Even that jacket can't hide the beauty underneath. Her hair is auburn colored, and her face looks so beautiful, like something straight out of a fairytale. I have seen my share of beautiful women, but this one before me is on a different level. Maybe, it's the aura of innocence around her.