Novel & Cerita Author Nora Ephron

It may be temporary but for now he feels good and wants to continue savoring the feeling until it’s ripped away from him completely, there’s no way he would speed up that process by giving in to his nipping thoughts. She had only slept a few hours until her sleep was disturbed by a light thud. She shut her eyes further, wrinkling them as she turned in her bed, pressing her back against Mateo’s chest to continue her sleep. There was another light thud. It seemed to be coming from far away and Mateo didn’t hear it either. Nora did always have a keen sense of intuition even in her sleep, cautious for the steps of her drunk mother entering or leaving the home. She never trusted her and never kne

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

"If Liam finds out this was staged…" "He won't, if it's done carefully." I cut her off, sealing off her doubt completely. I leaned back, watching her weigh it as I sipped my coffee, completely relaxed because I knew she would do it. "Nora doesn't need proof of anything real.” I continued. “She just needs one moment of doubt sharp enough to crack what they've built. You have seen how she reacted to the photograph alone. Imagine what she'd do walking into a room and seeing you close to him, in a place she wasn't supposed to know about."

Nora says easily. Talking about herself, she’s nearly puking on her shoes. Talking about her? No biggie, she guesses. “Yes, well . . . Ms. Fisher entered a contest with House Corbin. The Fashionable Females Under 25?” She doesn’t pause, though her heart completely stops in her chest, remembering how Nora encouraged her to complete an application as her first post-graduation project. It had been a way for Nora to familiarize herself with Monica's work style and methods to see where they could best work together. The application itself had been the culmination of that work, mostly the cherry on top of a pipe dream. But now she thinks that Julien has always made her special and made her feel wo

“Bye, Jayden.” Later that evening, as we walked down the beach under the fading sun, I asked, “Did it bother you? Seeing him?” Richard shrugged. “I’m not threatened by something I’ve already won.” Another day, we stopped by a small bookstore café. I was reaching for a novel when I heard a voice say, “That one’s really good.” I turned. Nora. She looked effortlessly beautiful, as always — tailored pants, soft curls, perfect lipstick. “Thanks,” I replied, placing the book back.

Nora was looking at Claire. She stood and looked at it for a long time. Then she put it face down at the back of the wardrobe shelf and closed the door. Ethan came back at half past seven. She heard the front door and then his footsteps below, and then Margaret’s voice low and brief, and then quiet. Nora was in the upstairs sitting room with a book she had not been reading for an hour. She stayed where she was and turned a page she had not read and listened to the house settle around his presence.

“Goodnight, Mum.” The door closed. Silence. Nora waited a few seconds. Then slowly dropped the book. “…That was close.” She turned back to the mirror. Looked at herself again. This time, longer. More serious. Then— She tilted her head slightly. “Miss attention seeker,” she murmured. A small smile played on her lips. “…Let’s see how far you go.” She switched off the light. But even in the dark— Her mind was still wide awake. And somehow… Every thought led back to him.

He wasn’t in the mood for games. The woman tilted her head, an amused smirk forming on her lips. "I thought I made that clear over the phone," she said. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight of confidence. "You want Audrey, don’t you?" Frank said nothing, his silence an invitation for her to continue. She took a slow step toward him, her boots clicking softly against the concrete floor. "Well, your situation and mine aren’t so different," she said, her tone measured. "My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out."

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

Her name was Veira. Nora had sat three rows in front of her for eight weeks. She had dark hair and a quiet way of entering rooms and the kind of careful politeness that never asked too much or offered too much. She took notes in a precise hand. She never spoke in the seminar unless Professor Aldren called on her directly. She had, in eight weeks, made herself completely unmemorable. Which was, Nora understood now, entirely the point. She didn't sleep Tuesday night.