Naomi X Seiko Novels & Stories

Naomi curled up on the white sofa in the living room. She was already in her nightwear and her laptop was balanced on her lap. She was going through the pictures from the photoshoot she did earlier today. She had to give her opinion on them and decide which one she liked best which will be considered by the Board of Zick Cosmetics. Zick cosmetics was a popular cosmetic company in California; they recently signed a deal with Naomi to be their Brand Ambassador and Influencer. And part of Naomi’s contract was to be the face of the brands’ products.

Naomi stated as she continued to look through racks of tops. “Is that what you would consider my style?” I asked. “It would appear so. I would like to see you branch out a bit, but it is a very good start.” “Branch out?” “Something a little more professional, and classy.” “Um….ok?” “She also needs some things that are sexy. Especially for dates with Rowen.” Gina giggled. “Don’t worry. We’ll get there.” Naomi stated with a chuckle. “Please remember that right now I spend more time in scrubs for school than anything else.” I stated as I looked at a dark blue top that had thin straps, but also short, flowy sleeves.

After a while Kerry walks up to us and introduce the person who invited her. "This is Eli, a friend of mine." She introduced us to him, we all exchanged greetings. I left Eli with Hannah and walked a bit farther from them to talk to Kerry. "Where's Naomi ?" I asked as Kerry looked around. "She said she's around but I'm not seeing.." a woman came behind Kerry and proceeds to plant a kiss on Kerry's cheek. "Hey beautiful ?" I assume that this is Naomi. She had platinum blonde hair and was clad in a black short dress. She had like six different piercing just on one ear and a tattoo at the side of her neck which was written in Arabic.

Bracing myself for the unknown, I called out, “Josie.” Josie appeared at the top of the staircase with Jasmine’s hand in hers. The little girl looked nothing like her sister. Where Josie’s hair was brown, Jasmine’s was red. Josie’s face was battered, Jasmine’s was perfect. When my eyes met Jasmine’s, I found the same blue as her sister’s.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

I tell him. Marco blinks. “I’ll go check on the spy,” he mutters, heading out. When the door clicks open, Naomi strolls in like she’s coming home. The brown dress clings to her hips, stopping just above her knees. The straps are so thin they look one tug away from snapping. She kicks the door shut with her pointed heel and leans back against it, folding her arms leisurely. “I didn’t think you’d get bored of her so soon,” she says, smirking. “Is she too sensitive for you? Moans a little too much for your liking?”

Celine said quietly. The woman finally answered. “And you know why I disappeared before Elena died.” Her voice was low, controlled, carrying exhaustion rather than fear. Alexander stepped half a pace forward. “Name.” She looked at him and gave a faint smile that held no warmth. “You used to know it very well.” That answer sharpened every stare. Then she looked directly at me. “My name is Naomi.” Marcus frowned immediately. “Naomi who?” No answer came at once. Instead she opened her coat and removed a sealed waterproof packet.

Trigger Warnings: Rough sexual play, choking, spanking, bondage, and explicit language. The rain drummed a relentless, tribal rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Naomi's penthouse, but inside, the only sound was the heavy, synchronized breathing of two women who had been circling each other for months. Naomi stood by the fireplace, her silhouette a sharp, elegant line against the flickering amber light. She was wearing a tailored suit, the fabric straining against the athletic curve of her shoulders. Freya sat on the velvet chaise lounge, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. She was dressed in a slip of emerald silk that felt like a second skin, one that Naomi's eyes had bee

Marissa POV Just then, the heavy silence of the studio was broken by the sound of a chair scraping back. Someone stood up from a drafting table near the window and walked directly toward me, breaking the tension that Vivienne had left hanging in the air. "Sorry for the nuisance, Marissa. I am Naomi Reyes, and it is nice to meet you. It’s truly wonderful to have you here," she said, extending her hand.

she raised her brow and tilted her neck a bit to see what was going on behind from the side of her left eye. “Done?” He scoffed letting a grin which appeared blurry to Naomi. “We’re just getting started, Diamond.” She let a shy smile, as her eye brightened with hope and a little despair when a flicker of thought flung in. A thought of her owner, the possessive Damian. “Wait.” Rex took a sharp halt almost crashing into Damian from behind. “You should get Naomi; she’ll need matching jewellery to complement her dress.” “Right away sir, let me get her.” Rex turned on his heels striding like he was about flying off to get Naomi.