Naomi Sinclair Novels & Stories

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

She seemed sad. “Come on!” I shouted, beckoning her, pleased with the way her eyes lit up at the invitation. I realized she wasn’t really into the clique—that maybe the reason she followed them was because of her love for Noah. “Here you guys, drink to your fill…” Sinclair thrust the drink at us. “Don’t worry, werewolf, it’s potent enough to knock you out,” He said to Naomi, who was about to protest the unlikelihood of her enjoying the booze.

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

Emma money in exchange for the baby to be born. She is a materialistic woman, so she accepted, I offered her not only many millions, I also told her she could have surgery after the baby, so that she would not have children and if she wanted something aesthetic and she accepted. But she is so greedy that before Emily was born she wanted double the money and several properties that she had and also the divorce, it hurt me and in loneliness I cried again, I couldn't believe that all that was happening to me, but I really loved myself. daughter from the minute I realized her existence, so I accepted, because I would simply give everything I have for my princess, but I did it with one condition

Her hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, though she barely recognized the woman staring back at her. “You don’t have to do this,” Naomi murmured behind her, her voice gentler now. Amara met her friend’s eyes in the reflection. “I do.” Naomi sighed, shaking her head in defeat. “Then at least promise me you’ll walk away the second it hurts.” Amara smiled faintly, though the expression didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll try.” The Sinclair Tower loomed against the night sky, its glass exterior glowing with a thousand lights, as though it were a beacon for power itself. Luxury cars lined the entrance, cameras flashed as celebrities and socialites glided up the steps, their laughter and diamonds s

Marjorie Sinclair, wife of Nathan Sinclair, a powerful man with an even bigger shipping company but not bigger than the Blackwells. She was dressed to perfection just as her file stated. She and her husband had come from humble beginnings but you would never know based on how she talked down to people of lower status than her. “Elle…” “I don’t believe we are acquainted enough for you to call me by my first name” I cut her immediately and she frowned, offended at my interruption. “Miss Davenport” she corrected but she struggled to maintain the smile on her face. “We finally meet the mysterious future bride of Theon Blackwell”

Naomi The place they had brought me to was truly peculiar. As I stepped outside, my senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant sight of emerald green grass swaying gently in the breeze, the symphony of chirping birds, and the soothing sound of flowing water. It was a picturesque scene that could easily grace the pages of a fairytale. However, as I ventured inside, a stark contrast awaited me. The furniture, with its intricate carvings and exquisite designs, seemed more fitting for a museum than a home. Yet, amidst the grandeur of each room, an eerie absence of warmth and vitality lingered in the air. It felt as if every breath I took subtly drained my energy, leaving me with a sense of unease.

What's her name again… Nichole. This wasn’t just revenge anymore. I could feel desire burning into sin. Her hands were shaking as she poured the wine into the glass. The bottle trembled in her grip, and I could hear the soft, uneven clink of the liquid hitting the cup. A drop spilled onto the tablecloth, running like a thin red line. I shouldn’t have cared. I shouldn’t have noticed how her fingers trembled, or how her lashes brushed her cheek when she blinked. But damn it! I did.

My vision blurred, terror and guilt mixing inside me. “We’re done,” he muttered. “Leave quietly.” And I did. God forgive me, I walked out with another woman’s child, and I told the world my real daughter had died. I did it as a mother. A terrified, desperate mother. But a sin is still a sin. And watching Nina grow into this bitter, angry thing… watching Amara suffer for something she had no hand in… it is swallowing me whole. My fingers trembled as I bit down on one to keep from screaming.

* Nadia's breath caught painfully in her chest as she read further, the letter continuing past the line about Colleen into something Nadia hadn't expected at all. *I want to be clear — Colleen was not acting alone, and I don't believe she was the one who first conceived of any of this. In the weeks before I died, I traced the earliest transactions back further than anyone else has managed. They lead to a woman named Eleanor Sinclair, a business associate of Colleen's husband long before any of this began. I believe Eleanor recruited Colleen's husband initially, using him as a convenient face for a scheme that was hers from the start. If something happens to me, look to her first. Everyone el