Author Nora Ephron Novels & Stories

The second the door closed she leaned against it, shoved her hand between her thighs, and found herself still soaked, still throbbing, still right on the edge. She stopped with her fingers pressed hard against her clit. His voice was still in her head. *You don’t come. Not until I decide you’ve earned it.* Nora closed her eyes, breathing hard, and forced her hand away. It was going to be a long six months. And part of her—the part that had just let a near-stranger finger her in the back of a car and then deny her an orgasm on purpose—was already looking forward to every minute of it.

she said sweetly, her voice slicing through the air, “Here comes our little Miss Perfect. Holier than thou, back-from-the-dead queen of drama herself.” A few gasps filled the room. My lips parted, but I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting that kind of venom. “I’ve heard all the stories,” Nora continued, standing now and facing me fully. Her eyes glinted. “All your little secrets. You suck harder than the devil in church.” A few laughs broke out. Those low, awkward types of laughter. Still, I held my ground. I didn’t flinch. “Nora, just move from my desk please.”

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

I had noticed that recently she didn’t always give me the details about her work like she usually did. Nora was a therapist and she always had a funny story to tell me. But these days, it felt like she was holding something back whenever I asked about her work. “Is everything okay, Nora?” I asked, my tone gentle. “Yes, everything is okay.” “Are you sure? Are you hiding something from me?” Nora immediately became defensive. “Why would you think I’m hiding something from you? Just because you kept secrets from me doesn’t mean everyone is keeping secrets.” Her tone was a little bit too sharp.

“You’re so defenseless against me, huh?” Silvia blushed. “Do you want me not to feel aroused by you?” she asked. “Of course not! I like you like this. I like how defenseless you are, and how you have no resistance because I’m touching you.” The man finished speaking in a low voice, then he came over and kissed her lips passionately as he made her succumb to him. One day, Nora did something out of the blue. First, she suddenly and inexplicably moved a bunch of documents and stuffed them all into Ophelia’s bedside table. She explained to her mother that these were important documents, and she had no place to put them, so she had to keep these documents with her mother.

Of myself. Nora Sinclair was a contradiction. She talked too much and yet somehow managed to say the things no one else dared to. She was soft and stubborn. Annoying and magnetic. Every time I was around her, I found myself reacting—not calculating. That unsettled me. We closed work early today to prepare for the business trip. She had mountains of paperwork to submit before leaving, and I had more meetings than my calendar could breathe through. But sometime around 4PM, I told everyone to wrap it up. No need to impress me with their loyalty. I didn’t care. They weren’t her.

They were still on the phone when Nora came into the living room, she first stood in front of Tyler as if she wanted to discuss something with him but later she sat down beside him whilst still looking at him. Nora has not been herself since today, after her friends left late in the night she retired to get room to get some sleep but not just like other times, this time around her dream was so clear that she still could feel the aftermath of it, the man held her so tight that she could only scream out helplessly, It lasted for long, longer than usual before Nora jolted awake panting. Flashback

" Mae said to Chloe crossing her legs, exposing her thighs. "Uhh well what do you want to know about me?" Chloe asked, "Anything!! Just talk about you!" Nora said. Nora had been feeling eyes on her since she walked into the bar,she could still feel them feeling uncomfortable. She's been dragging her gown down a bit and shifted her hair to the back to cover her exposed skin.

“He has found me. How'd he get my email, though?“ Nora soon stood up and started panicking. “Someone at the club must have given Raven my email. But… I always mind my business. And I don't remember giving anybody my email address—except for manager Thompson. Did he… sell me out?“ Nora suddenly ran back to the furnished two-roomed apartment she lived in with her roomate. Catherine was just about to come out of the house when Nora barged into her. “I'm so sorry, Cat,” she apologised, “but I need to—”

"They really treat you that badly?" "Worse," Nora muttered, looking down at her hands. But she quickly shook her head, forcing the sad look away. "Anyway, I am not going to ruin a good day by complaining about the Alphas. Besides languages, what else do you do for fun?" "I read," Clara answered, gesturing toward the massive shelves lining the walls. "A lot. Mostly dark romance and mafia thrillers. Anything with a ton of drama and people making terrible decisions." "Shut up," Nora laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot tw