Naomi Sinclair Novels & Stories

She would have worried about what Old Lady Evelyn would say, or whether the high-society ladies would laugh at her behind her back. But today, looking at her clear, strong reflection in the tall mirror, Naomi felt no fear. She knew who she was. She was a mother who had fought through five years of darkness to keep her child alive. She was a woman who had forgiven the past and chosen to stand beside the man she loved. "It is very beautiful, Mrs. Gable," Naomi said quietly, her voice steady and calm. "We will take the red gown and the diamonds." The Drawing Room: Mother and Son

But being the biological mother registered on the birth certificate, I had every right to decide what I should do with the boy's remains. Tina despaired when she was told and finally confessed everything, and Zach was implicated as well as an accomplice. All they could look forward to was prison, and since Zach refused to divorce me, I gouged as much as I could from it, liquidating most of his assets as his legally married wife, converting almost everything to cash and saving it in an account under my daughter's name. Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years.

Cliché, but effective for private conversations. Margaret waited inside, expensive coat over designer clothes, looking like she belonged at a gallery opening rather than a warehouse. "Blake Thompson. Thank you for coming." "What do you know about Sinclair?" "Direct. I appreciate that. Harrison Sinclair has a daughter. Isabella. She's twenty-nine, runs a luxury lifestyle brand, and she's spoiled, beautiful, and has a hobby." "What kind of hobby?" "Collecting married men. Specifically, faithful married men she seduces as ego validation.

"But make it clear she's there as a guest, not as someone who gets input on our lives." Adrian nodded and typed a response while I went back to arguing with the florist about centerpieces. Maya knocked on the office door. "You have a visitor. She says she's your aunt?" I looked up confused. "I don't have an aunt." "She says she's your mother's sister," Maya clarified. "Patricia Morrison." The name meant nothing to me but I told Maya to send her in. The woman who entered was in her sixties with the same eyes my mother had in photos, and seeing her face made my chest ache.

Or maybe he has met his mate and was surprising her. Deciding to distract herself before he arrived Naomi got ready to go to the library to do some research for a while. She pulled on some black wide leg jeans and a hot pink vest top and brushed out her straight platinum long hair. In her pack Naomi had never really stood out, everyone was used to the pale face and white-haired girl fading into the background but here it made her stand out and people admired the almost mystical aura it gave her with her large deep blue eyes And the genuine warmth of her smile. Naomi was oblivious to all this and just thought she was a plain jane melting into the background as she didn’t ever lift her head up

Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had put me off dates for a while. I picked up my fork, ready to dig into my second slice of cake. The diner we were in was a cute place located on the corner of a busy street. Sixties themed-white and pale pink interior. The classic checkerboard flooring. It was our first time trying it and it was already becoming a favourite. Silvana sighed, reaching over the table to rest her hand on mine. Her nails were painted a bright red, matching the colour of her hair. She had a concerned expression on her face when she spoke again, "You have no idea how sorry I am."

“But we don’t have another option.” I hated that he was right, because Naomi was being held because of something connected to me, and if I ignored her, Samuel might hand her over to Elias, and whatever Elias wanted, I had a feeling it was not something good. Twenty minutes later we were inside Adrian’s SUV, with Daniel in the back checking the ammunition while Adrian drove, and I kept looking at the photograph of Naomi on my phone. “Who is she?” I asked. Daniel leaned forward. “Naomi Reed, a researcher at Vane’s facility who specialised in studying awakened marks and their connection to human biology.”

Naomi Pov Oh my gosh am so tired today's work so tough,l murmured to myself as l walked through the stairs that leads to my house, almost at my door l could perceive a sweet scent coming our of my house, though it smell sweet but l Know l don't have such smell in my house,it smells like a perfume, could it mean my husband has a visitor l thought Maybe though,l opened the door slowly only to hear a growl,a growl which feels good each time l heard it,l keep on coming closer to the to the sitting room,the growl became more clear, next l heard a moan,oh baby fuck me harder,gosh your cock so sweet, that's a female voice l stood froze my heart skipped at the sound of the moan leaving a chill down

Later that evening, as the hall began to empty and Cassey and I packed up with huge smiles, I allowed myself one quiet moment of reflection. Two million dollars. A luxury car. National recognition. This was only the beginning of my bloom and no matter what storms came next from my mother, from Indira, or from the complicated fire between me and Calder, I would face them. Stronger. Bolder. Unbreakable. I was Greer. I was Lumina Bloom. And I was finally shining. ***

“What can we expect in that story?” “Is Sindy Kate really gone?” The questions continued, and I was like a deer caught in the headlight. My teeth started to tatter, and the flashes were blinding me. I swallowed all my nerves and smiled. “Yes, I am writing a novel. It’s fiction but inspired by my life experience. I want to inspire all the women out there, in all walks of life, that it is okay to dream high, not to give up when things get tough. I want to show them that I may be born into a privileged family, but life isn’t always perfect.”