Novel & Cerita Author Nora Ephron

I was very frustrated and a little worried too for Nora but then again, I am not among those who show their emotions that why I shove her out of my room telling her to find it out herself. Nora.... I hate it how her innocent face flashes before my eyes whenever I close them. How her beautiful smile towards me is fresh in my memory irritates me.... I looked at the packet of cookies Nora brought for me two days back when we made lov- erase fucked each other... Her cookies are very delicious. So extra scrumptious! I took a bite, and they were not soggy so had them with the tea. ____________________ My eyes shot open as my phone continued to ring.

Gentle hands pull the blanket over me and tuck it around my shoulders. "Do you have pills for this?" she asks. "Tell me where they are and I'll get them." I'm appalled at myself. One conversation with Hayden Wolfe and I'm reduced to this—sweating, half-blind, and barely able to stand. Nora brushes my damp hair away from my forehead. Her touch is light and a bit hesitant. "I want you to be honest with me from now on," she whispers. "Can you do that?" I don't move.

My throat tightens. “She didn’t have to.” “She made it suggestive,” Nora says. “That’s worse.” I let out a slow breath. “She wants people to fill in the gaps.” “Yes.” “And they will.” Silence settles between us for a moment. “I feel like I can’t breathe” I admit quietly. “Breathe anyway” Nora replies. Her voice softens. “Listen to me, Elena.” I swallow. “She’s building a story,” Nora says. “About you.” I look at the photo again, about me.

Nora said. Jules wanted to feel disgusted, but her confusion and the goosebumps crawling round her body were stronger. Finally, she took a step forward, and then another, towards the place Nolan led her to. When she took her seat, Nora cleared her throat and rose to her feet. Her aura was hard to ignore, and Jules noticed that despite the resemblance between them, Nora was prouder. “Let me introduce myself, Mrs…Fraser.” She paused, her eyes scanning Jules. “My name is Nora Lynn, and I used to be a bar worker. Never had the comfortable kind of life you've—"

"It’s been years. Don’t you think it’s time to let go of the past?" Nora said nothing, her gaze shifting back to the book. She traced the lines with her eyes as though searching for answers within her own creation. "Who I truly am?" she murmured, almost to herself. "Yes," Bridget said, her voice quieter now. "Who Master Elara Voss really is. The woman who has spent her life in the shadows, hiding behind her work, rarely stepping out into the world. The talented woman everyone adores." The name hung in the air like a ghost, distant and familiar all at once.

‎Elena’s POV ‎I pulled up to Nora’s apartment, my beat-up sedan looking out of place on her rough street. Her call had come out of nowhere, her voice tight, trying to sound casual. A gala? A Vivienne Caldron gown? I’d known Nora forever, and she wasn’t the type for fancy events or designer dresses. Something was off, and it wasn’t just Elias’s overdose or her vague answers about this “anonymous rich guy.” Ever since she called Mikhail Romanov, our boss, to find her brother, my suspicions had been growing. Nora was hiding something big, and now this gala and that insane dress? I wasn’t leaving without answers.

The digital crowd turned into a mob. User123- Looking tired Nora! The block real? Kadelgreen- when’s your next book, I’m sure writing isn’t that hard Nora remained calm. “I did struggle with writer's block, but my new book is currently underway and is progressing smoothly.” Booklover24: Yo! Where Ethan at Golden_baddie- heard you guys finna get a divorce, imma shoot my shot at Ethan first chance I get FinnaceGuy- if my wife cause a scandal that affected my company, I’d leave her too.

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆ (Nora’s POV) The envelope arrived on a Tuesday, handwritten address in bold masculine script. For Clara, Apartment 4B. I lived in Apartment 4B. But my name wasn’t Clara. My name was Nora Ashby. Twenty-six years old. Wife of Daniel Ashby, who was currently in Singapore on his third business trip this month and hadn’t called in four days. I should have written “Return to Sender” and left it at that. Instead, I made tea, sat by the window overlooking the rain-slick street, and opened it.

I can see his eyes again Nora After this, I decided not to think about Erik any more. I didn't want to have him on my mind. There was no room for him in my life, no way. So I closed that chapter, but without lowering my guard. If not him, the criminal was still at large, and we did not know who he or she was. Edward and I were very vulnerable in this hospital. I lived practically here, with him. And I was urging him to wake up to take him away, where no one could touch us. One morning, I woke up to go to the bathroom, and as I got out of the makeshift bed that the hospital provided for me, I saw Edward's eyes staring at me. I didn't react for several seconds, I wasn't sure what I was seeing.