“Wooh! What are you doing?” Kim Orme asked, as Naomi tried to push him. “Nothing” Naomi adjusted herself.“Is there any way here?” Kim Orme asked, checking to see if there was another way he could pass and not get caught by the police. Naomi's heart pounded in her chest, she can't die now, no she has to do something.Kim walked ahead, his silhouette a dark shadow against the night sky. He trusted her, believed in her loyalty, and that was his greatest mistake. Naomi's mind raced, replaying the countless lies she had spun to gain his trust, the dangerous dance she had performed to keep him from suspecting her true intentions. Tonight, it would all come to an end.“Are you okay?, even though I already know the answer, I'm sorry for what you passed through today” Kim Orme apologized, reaching for something in his pocket.Naomi forced a smile, masking the turmoil inside her. "I'm good," she said, stepping closer to him. ‘I need to do something, if he can kill Camella, his girlfriend wi
"Naomi, get out!" The master’s voice thundered through the hallway of the house, echoing off the marble floors and high ceilings. His face, with fury, loomed over her as he shoved her out the door. Naomi stumbled into the pouring rain, her thin dress instantly soaking through, clinging to her trembling frame. Raindrops mixed with the tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to stay on her feet. She could barely see through the downpour, but the sting of the master's cruel words was clear enough. He had always been harsh, but tonight was different. Tonight, he seemed possessed by an unrelenting rage.She didn't have time to collect herself before she felt the sharp crack of the cane against her back. She cried out in pain, the sound swallowed by the storm. Another strike, and another, each blow sending her sprawling until she could no longer stand. She lay on the cold, wet pavement, her body drenched with rain and sobs, her spirit nearly broken.The Master opened the door and
“I don't believe what you are saying, my brother loved me and would not abandon me” Naomi spoke, her eyes fixed on Kim Orme.“Do you know where your parents are?” Kim Orme asked.“No” Kim Orme dragged his seat closer to her, his expression was dead serious.“They are dead” he whispered to her ears.Naomi shifted back, “That's a lie!” She retorted.“My parents are alive, I just can't find them”“Naomi, I'm telling the truth, your parents are…” “No !” Naomi stood up angrily.Kim Orme stood also and hugged her tight.“I'm sorry for your loss, I know it's painful but you should face the truth, here, this is your brother” He showed her a picture from his phone, a picture of Nicholas being awarded best actor of the year.Naomi gasped in shock. She stepped back, shaken.“I need water, w-water” She fell on her knees, hitting her chest.Kim Orme rushed to the kitchen to get a cup of water, and offered it to her.“Take,” He gave her.“Easy, easy” he knelt beside her, patting her back.“That-
The sterile, white walls of the hospital seemed to close in on Nicholas as he processed the news. He had come here expecting to support Karen through her injury, but the revelation that she was pregnant hit him like a ton of bricks. His mind filled with emotions—shock, and guilt.He had been so blinded by his duty to his sister that he failed to see what was happening right in front of him. Karen had been there for him, and yet he had taken her for granted. Nicholas paced the small waiting room, He could hear the faint sounds of the hospital—monitors beeping, the murmur of doctors and nurses, the occasional cry of a newborn. When the doctor approached and explained Karen's condition to him. Nicholas felt a chill run down his spine. Karen's condition was dire; she was in critical need of a heart transplant. The pregnancy had complicated her health to the point where without a new heart, she wouldn't survive. Nicholas felt helpless—he had never been one to pray, but at that moment, h
The transplant was done, and Karen survived. However, the joy of her recovery was shadowed by the heartbreaking news—she had lost the baby. Nicholas, her husband, was torn between relief for her life and grief for their loss. A day later, Karen woke up from the surgery, Nicholas sat by her bedside, holding her hand tightly. The sterile smell of the hospital filled the room, mingling with the quiet hum of machines. He looked at her, his eyes filled with both sorrow and relief."Karen," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry... for everything."Karen, still feeling dizzy from the anesthesia, turned her head slowly to look at him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the pain in his. "It's okay, Nicholas," she said weakly. "I'm just glad to be alive, to still be with you."Nicholas nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I love you so much. I promise, from now on, things will be different. I'll be here for you, always."Sophia stood by the doorway, watching the emotional exch
Karen lay in the sterile white hospital bed, her skin pale and fragile against the sheets. Every day, Sophia and Nicholas took turns at her side attending to her.They helped her eat, coaxing her to take in the nourishing soups and teas they brought, gently wiping her mouth when she grew too weak to manage on her own."You're doing great, Karen," Sophia would say, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement.Nicholas would adjust her pillows, hold her hand, and speak to her in smooth, soft tones. "We’re here for you, Karen. You’re not alone."“I'm sorry for your loss- Camella.” Karen spoke with her face full of remorse.“It's okay dear, you also, you lost your baby.” He kissed her.“Our baby.” Karen corrected and they both burst into laughter.One afternoon, the hospital room was filled with the low murmur of a news report. The television displays a newscaster."In a surprising turn of events, Kim Orme has been arrested," the news anchor reported, his voice steady and professional.
In the water, Naomi's body floats lifelessly.Just as Naomi thought it was the end, a strange warmth began to envelop her. It was as if the water itself was cradling her, pulling her deeper into an embrace that was both comforting.{Naomi}The voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it resonated within her very being.Naomi suddenly jerked, and opened her eyes. {Naomi, do you wish to live} The voice asked.The question cut through the fog in her mind. Yes, she wanted to live. More than anything, she wanted to breathe, to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin again, to see her family and friends. Yes.{Very well. I shall grant you a second chance. But with it, you shall receive powers beyond your understanding. Use them.}With that, Naomi felt herself being lifted, as if the water was carrying her upward. She broke through the surface with a gasp, filling her lungs with air. She coughed and her limbs were weak but regained strength with every passing second.She managed to swim to the
Naomi wandered in the market, Stalls overflowed with vibrant fruits and vegetables. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of exotic spices."Fresh oranges! Get your fresh oranges here!" a seller called out, his voice rising.Naomi paused, examining the oranges. They were plump and juicy, promising a burst of sweetness. She reached into her pocket, feeling the meager coins she had left. With a sigh, she realized she didn't have any to buy this fruit.As she turned away, her gaze fell upon a man struggling with a large crate. He looked up, catching her eye, and smiled."Could you lend me a hand?" he asked, his voice warm and friendly.Naomi nodded, stepping forward to help. Together, they lifted the crate into a truck."Thank you," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "My name is Joe, by the way."“Why is he telling me his name, did I ask him” Naomi said within."Naomi," she replied, faking a smile."Naomi, you look like you could use a bre