Naomi Watts Novels & Stories

No one answered Naomi, but they pulled her up harshly and dragged her broken body outside the cell. Naomi snarled, thrashing her body violently to stop the humiliation bestowed on her by two mere witches. “I am the youngest daughter of Alpha Nolan. He will kill you if you treat me like this,” She snarled at them when she couldn’t get out of their grasp. “Save your strength, mutt. You will need it later,” Mona scolded Naomi, irritated by Naomi’s screams. Naomi glared hard at Mona. She recognized the witch. She looked very similar to Roma, but she was Roma’s cousin.

Or just maybe, anyone who wouldn't reject a whooping ransom of 700,000 grand. “She’s mopping too fast, somewhat like roughing the surfaces of the tiles with the speed of light.” A woman in her early forties commented. “Yeah, if we have young blood like her on days like these, we wouldn't need a pay raise since the work will be less than what we're paid.” “You always think backwards, Mrs Hilton.” Both stared at each other till Naomi giggled. Then the silence broke with a healthy laugh. Naomi quickly strode to the convenience store, as if she were in a rush. Took out her phone to confirm the ward where her mother was.

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

"We see the ceremony, and then we slip out the back door. He thinks he’s imagining things. Let him keep thinking that. It’s safer for everyone." Lucas was trapped. Mrs. Gable and the Mayor were talking about taxes and buildings, but Lucas wasn't hearing a word. He kept looking at the main easel. He kept looking at the name "NAOMI" written in beautiful, simple letters. "So, Lucas," the Mayor said, leaning in. "Tell me, does this artist have a last name? 'Naomi' is very mysterious. Is it a stage name?" "I don't know," Lucas said. "She’s from the North," Mrs. Gable added. "A scholarship student. Very quiet. She lives with an aunt or a grandmother. No husband. Just a little boy."

I giggled, already shouting from the room, “Let her in! She’s harmless—just a loudmouth!” The guards grumbled, but the door opened. Seconds later, Naomi burst into the spa, her sunglasses pushed to the top of her head. Her curls were long and messy. “Girl.” She gasped when she saw me. “LOOK at you. You’re glowing! You look like you’ve been dipped in honey and whispered sweet nothings by angels!” I laughed as she ran up to me, flinging herself into a hug. “You’re not even a bride yet and you’re already giving 'mafia wife on a yacht' energy. I’m gonna be your best woman finally! I’ve been manifesting this!”

“Some of us work hard and others…cozy up to their husbands for a few favours. Life is surely unfair.” Naomi felt it then, not embarrassment, anger. A slow, steady burn starting in her chest and spreading outward. She had swallowed comments like this before, letting people underestimate her because it was easier than fighting every assumption. But today? She was damned too upset to be dealing with Tita’s nonsense. She turned in her chair slowly and stood and walked towards Tita's desk. Every eye in the room followed her. “Tita,” Naomi said calmly. That got her attention. Tita smiled thinly, finally meeting her gaze. “Yes?”

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

Four words. Four words were all it took for me to come sober. Four words were all it took for me to focus my attention on something else rather than alcohol. Four words I never thought I would get to hear. Four words that could completely change my life. "Naomi Wells is back." Naomi Wells. I never thought I was going to hear her name again. She left Arnold City five years ago and I had always thought there was no way she would come back here but according to rumour, she was back.

Senina turned to Naomi and cast her an accusatory glare. “Umm I’m sorry? It never came up?” Naomi shrugged innocently. “Girl! You don’t wait for things like that to come up! You just put it out there. We could be talking about ice cream and you would just slip in how your ex is a world renowned biologist. I wouldn’t mind! I’m a loyal fan! I have read all of his papers and I’m incredibly impressed by his work.” She turned her attention back to the man of the hour.