Naomi Sinclair Novels & Stories

What if he was very ugly? Naomi carried her clothes and arrived in front of the bed. She untied her bathrobe, and took out a black shirt from inside, and a skirt that reached to her knees. Her long hair was tied up behind her head, and in an instant, she looked as though she had been a queen. Naomi Murphy, as the CEO of the Murphy Real Estate Group. She was the only daughter of the Murphy family. "Boss, were you alright last night?" Madison asked softly.

Claimed by him. Inspired, Kiana put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long – just what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, a rabbit vibrator, squeezing the firm yet yielding gel shaft into her palm and stroking the cl*t stimulator in slow deliberate circles.

His skin, his scent, the way his body curled instinctively toward mine in sleep, it was the only place that ever truly felt like peace. I know he challenged me hours ago but I knew it that soon I will teach him how to behave when he is with me. Nikolai was reckless and proud, but I was the flame that burned hotter. He’d learn, in time, that no matter how hard he tried to provoke me, he’d never be able to shake the bond we were forging, always submissive to me. "Did you hear that, Honey?" Mr. Jones' wife, a 60-year-old woman with dyed red hair and an expensive coat, suddenly exclaimed worried, placing her hand over her mouth. Her voice sliced through the air like a whip, drawing attention lik

Chapter 1: The Brief Margaux Delacroix had been managing her public narrative for thirty years. Corin could see it in the first meeting, in the way she sat with her back fully supported and her hands still on the table, the practiced posture of someone who had spent three decades in rooms where physical stillness signaled control. She was fifty and she carried it the way certain people carried authority, not heavily but completely. She’d asked for a recommendation from Corin’s agent and gotten one. She’d read two of Corin’s ghostwritten books, both political memoirs, and she’d made her assessment.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

“You know I live for drama, and you’re out here gatekeeping this gold.” “Because she’s been ignoring me ever since,” I admitted, “Like ghosted me into another dimension.” Clara sighed and flopped next to me, “And now we've got a whole ass getaway with Cindy joining the circus. That’s a recipe for emotional poisoning.” She mimicked Cindy’s voice, “I need to get a new swimsuit,” then cackled like a witch on drugs. “Thanks for that,” I said, deadpan.

Cain says, raising a hand. "Cain, I don't think—" "I’m of age, Mother," he cuts her off. She purses her lips but retreats. Naomi is a natural beauty—dark hair and those striking eyes. She’s elegant, without the artificiality of the women my father usually cycled through before the merger. When he brought her home, I was caught off guard. She didn't come with a fleet of cars or a mountain of jewelry. My father has always been drawn to the flashy, the gold-diggers. Naomi had nothing but her name. I never saw her as a social climber, though. I wasn't the kind of kid who worried about an inheritance being stolen. No, life was stable until Cain Hayes walked into this house.

"The person you are afraid of… I can reach your family faster than they can." A silence followed. Then he added, even more calmly, "Your daughter's name is Maya." The man's body went still. Mr. Romano watched the reaction carefully, then continued. "She attends St. Hilda's Academy," he said. "She arrives at 7:30 in the morning and leaves by 2:00 in the afternoon." The prisoner's breathing started to change. Faster. Unsteady. "There is a driver who takes her home on most days," Mr. Romano added. "And sometimes she walks part of the way alone."

They fell into complete silence. "You… Your mother is—" The deputy examiner was lost for words and looked at Naomi in great shock. "My mother… My mother's name is Rachel Shaw." Naomi straightened her back and appeared perfectly poised as she stared at the examiner. "I have improvised my formula based on the notes that my mother had left. She wrote the formula for this disease, but I had not expected to have no choice but to use it today." Naomi paused and sighed.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.