Naomi Watts Novels & Stories

Her eyes held a clarity that seemed almost lit from within, quietly commanding attention without trying. Mr. Voss had walked in tonight fully intending to keep Ms. Dawson close. That plan collapsed entirely the second Naomi appeared. Stunning. He'd never once seen a woman this beautiful in his life. "This is our newest designer, Naomi Hart." Ms. Dawson answered, watching Mr. Voss's reaction closely, jealousy curling tighter in her chest with every second. This woman really does know how to work a room. "Naomi." Mr. Voss repeated the name under his breath, something bright and startled flickering behind his eyes.

She looked to Ethan for help, then froze when she saw the mild irritation in his face. Flustered, she stammered. “My name is Naomi Lang. I performed at the Big Hearts Foundation event in Belport two months ago. I introduced myself to you,” she explained, but shame flooded her. “Rory Lang’s daughter?” The other man, Minister Matthew Jacobs, Minister of Health, beamed, and Naomi relaxed immediately, and her smile widened. “Yes. I’m also a close friend of the Grants,” she explained, her confidence returning in full. “I’m in town for an event happening at month-end. You should come.”

“Hi, I’m Naomi. Hades’ nanny.” I blinked at her. Nanny? I darted a look back at Hades, disbelief written all over my face. How old was he to still have a nanny? But Hades just stood there, watching the entire exchange, not bothering to explain. Naomi gave my hand a squeeze, her eyes sparkling as she looked me over. “You are so beautiful,” she said warmly. “A little skinny, but lovely. Don’t worry, we’ll just fatten you up and you’ll make a wonderful bride.”

Was this some kind of a joke? I was about to confront Dean when I realized that Naomi was shaking hands with Alpha Logan and I could see that it was at the front of the Spectra Style House! The next thing I pulled out was a newspaper with a picture of Naomi on the front page. I didn't bother to read the write-up but immediately looked up at Dean. “She's been employed as Creative Director at Spectra Style House.” Dean confirmed. I unconsciously let out a growl and felt my claws extract an inch longer. My senses immediately became sharper which was not a good sign, a sign that my wolf was all heated up..!

a question diverting Jade's mind, instead of crying. "Hmm, I want their names to start with the letter J. For my baby girl, hmm," Jade thinking. "Jenny or Jane," Master Javen suggested. "No, that's too common. I want a unique name!" Jade blurted out. "Jailyn or Jainova?" looked at Javen. "Hmm, JAINOVA, jai-means victory and nova is a new star. WOW! Sweetie that's a unique name. JAINOVA, new star in victory!" Master Javen was happy with this name.

Sinclair groans, stepping around her as he walks me up the steps. “Sinclair,” Dane calls out. “Where’s Naomi? She gone home already? The Club’s been a dead zone without her. I missed my gal.” “She said to tell you she’s resigned and found a new hobby more interesting than being a waitress at your stupid club.” Those hadn’t exactly been Naomi’s words. She did say she wasn’t returning to New York. Or the human realm. Apparently, she found Lycanthia fascinating. Sinclair’s just grumpy. He has been this way since I woke up. Angry with everything and everyone but me.

He would have to give up two projects soon, which made him worried that Naomi would take the opportunity to strike his company. Early in the morning. Naomi woke up naturally. Recently, her body clock was disordered because Emmitt had made her lazy. She didn't have to go to the company every morning. When Naomi woke up, it was already eight—thirty. After she washed up, she casually picked up a long white T—shirt and put it on. Her long soft and glossy hair naturally falling behind. She looked innocent as barefaced. However, once she put on makeup, her looked extremely powerful.

Amber's Pov "Hey, you're really lucky tonight, Amber. A lot of customers gave you a tip this night," Mildy, my colleague as a waitress at the night bar I work, my classmate in school and also my best friend commented on me while smiling widely. The bar we work at is not a bar with dancing GROs, but only women who sing and dance on stage and wear proper clothes. But of course, when people hear the word "night bar" they will think of women dancing on stage while stripping their clothes even though not all night bars are like that. But I do know that I have waitress colleagues who are willing to go with the customers and do all the way jobs outside the bar. It is up to us waitresses to decide i

So he already had someone he liked… She must be an incredible woman to have his heart. Her own fleeting, secret crush—one that could never be made public—should probably come to an end now. ... Naomi never asked what Atlas had talked about with her parents that day at her house. Because he had recovered her old account for her, and when Naomi logged in, she was shocked to find she had 80 million followers. Her last dance video had been posted nine years ago. Naomi clicked through the videos one by one. The first one showed her at fifteen, looking like she had been crying. She only said one sentence: “Atlas, you jerk.”

CHAPTER THREE Raquel pushed the door open and banged it loudly after her. She made for the drawer close to the bed, opened and closed it. She went to the wardrobe, opened it, and shut it back again. Her face was red with anger. She murmured as she roamed the room. Noah didn’t raise his face; his eyes were focused on the computer and he was absentmindedly punching the keys noisily. This very act was getting Raquel more and more infuriated. Her action was getting the room all heated up but Noah seemed not to care. At last, he turned to look at her, “why are you acting like a crazy woman? Can’t you see I’m trying to work? Can’t I have peace at least? What the hell is your problem?” he combed hi