She's So Gone By Naomi Scott Novels & Stories

Agonizing pain consumed her the entire night. After the deed, Lucian tossed a credit card at her. But she slapped him across the face. He licked the corner of his lips and sneered. "Isn't this what you came for?" His words destroyed her, but there was no turning back now. "Lucian Northwood, I don't want money. I want you to marry me!" Three years later. Calista was watching the entertainment news at Everglade Manor. The report covered a dancer named Lily Scott, who accidentally fell off the stage. The scene was a mess.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Spent and pressured to assemble an output, Akira lowered her defenses and just didn’t give a damn anymore. “Get out,” She ordered firmly, pointing at the direction of the door. “I’m working.” It was a woman in her late fifties, clad in a silk nightgown that showed her fair skin and huge chest rather provocatively. Her body absorbed the light from the monitor and ceiling instead of bouncing off, making her appear see-through… almost glassy. “He’s cute.” Her filler-injected lips formed into a pout that pointed on the screen. “Give me a copy.”

She let go of his hand and spun around. The woman who had groveled moments ago was gone. She walked to the bed and picked up the divorce papers she'd pushed aside.

After a moment, she murmured, "But I gave you the 50 thousand..." I completely lost it. I grabbed the water cup off the nightstand and threw it at her. "That card was empty! There wasn't a single dollar on it!" The room went dead silent. She sat there. Blood started trickling down from her forehead. A few seconds later, her hands trembling, she pulled out her phone and dialed Caleb's number. She put it on speaker.

he asked. "No." "Oh, nice."he said and closed the door. They left with November. I closed my eyes leaning back in my seat and just when I had fallen asleep, I heard a knock on the side of my window. I groaned opening my eyes then I rolled my window down and I was met with Tamara, or Tamika maybe Tarawa. I was not sure what her name was. What was she doing here? " What ?"I angrily asked her.

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.

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Christian sat slumped against the floor, his eyes welling up. Despite covering his face, he couldn’t stop the tears from escaping through his fingers. Outside the airport terminal, Tabitha hailed a cab in haste and gave the address of a hospital. Koben asked with concern, “What happened? Is it your mom or your dad?” Still reeling in from the shock, Tabitha paused for a bit before uttering stiffly, “No, it’s my nan. She collapsed…” Melissa had told her over the phone that her nan, Cassidy Bray, had lost consciousness in her bedroom. After being rushed to the hospital, she was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

"Vega, I've got insider news. With this song, I have a real shot at winning the Best New Artist award this time. It's all thanks to you." Vega didn't even look up, casually avoiding his outstretched hand. "You should be thanking Blaine." Mason just shrugged it off with a smile. The next moment, Vega's assistant walked in. Seeing Mason in the office, she hesitated, but under Vega's gaze, she finally spoke. "Ms. Winslow, the video of Mason's interview with that reporter yesterday has been taken down. But… some people downloaded it, and our technical team can't do anything about that."