Best Nora Roberts Novels Novels & Stories

No one else could have slipped through the protective wards without triggering alarms, but Nora had always been the exception not just to the rules of this place, but to every carefully constructed belief I had once held. She stood with her back to me, half-illuminated by the glow of a floating orb light hovering near her shoulder. Books were scattered across the long table in front of her, some open, others sealed with ancient wax and forgotten sigils. Her fingers trembled as she traced the faded ink of a map. Her eyes, when she glanced up at my approach, were sharp, wary, and far too tired. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” she said without preamble, like I was just another problem she

Nora was scrolling and tapping on her phone, but I couldn't see what exactly she was doing. Their plan was to lure her back to her father's house with the promise of returning the property to her. There, they would torture her and kill her, then hide her body inside Nora's storage unit. It took everything in me not to throw up as I listened to a mother plan such evil against her own blood daughter, all for money. "After that, we'll kill Rob now that he already listed me as his beneficiary in his life insurance." My heart stopped palpitating for a second before it resumed pounding hard. How could Rob trust her to the point of including her in his life insurance?

Vivienne Cabot was extraordinary in a polished, finished way, and standing next to Dominic she looked like the correct answer to a question about what his life was supposed to contain. Nora looked at the photographs longer than was useful. Then she closed the browser entirely, put on her running shoes, and went out into the October dark. Three miles. The playlist she used when she needed to outrun a thought heavy beat, no lyrics she could follow, the sonic equivalent of a white noise machine. She came back sweating and steadier and she showered and ate and sat on her fire escape with a blanket and called her mother. "How's work?" her mother asked.

Nora nodded. She looked at the door. The frosted glass. The light behind it. She thought about what Rachel had said. Fenn had represented Robert eight years ago. Cross had been running money for eleven. The math put Robert inside Cross's world before Nora had any idea any of it existed. Before the gala, before the diagnosis, before any of it. She'd been a target before she had a reason to be one. She pushed the door open. The room was a conference space, small, one table, four chairs. A woman in her sixties occupied the far end. Silver hair, straight posture, hands folded on the table. No laptop. No papers. Nothing between her and the room except her own composure.

Long story short, she was punished. The small room with stacked shelves of different genre of novels probably had more books than the public library in her hometown. At the far end of the last shelf was a collection of Robert’s books of which she had read a good number. While going through the shelf, she stumbled upon the ‘Double Shadow’ sequel. What she called the ‘best book of all time.’ It’s no surprise the book won him many awards and his fame. That particular novel, she read about three times could only be described in one word: ‘Thrilling.’

Isabella sat down on the couch in the fields of the palace, flipping through the pages of a novel which she had ordered from the palace library, when Elizabeth joined here. This was the only time Isabella felt relived and happy to speak to someone, her sisters where rarely around her , they preferred attending functions outside the palace. She most times had reading sections with Elizabeth whenever they met. " What book are you reading? ", Elizabeth asked sitting next to her. " Just a novel", Isabella replied, quickly shoveling the book aside. It was a book on mind readers and how they could practice some spells to help them read the minds of those with dark powers.

I vaguely heard Brenda asking them about someone named Ciara I think, I just ignored them and kept my eyes fixed on the prize. What prize you may ask because we both know you wanna know so I for one don't like being in suspense so I wouldn't want to keep you in suspense either. The prize in question was a glass bookshelf filled with lots of books—I could already see Nora Roberts, Karen Morning, and lots of my favorite authors' stories on the shelf. My feet moved towards them. I wanted to feel the books. I craved the scent of new books and oh sweet Lord they had a hammock installed in the house right beside the bookshelf!

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.

Her gaze paused on the modest necklace resting above Nora’s collarbone, then dropped to her folded hands, then back to her face. After several seconds of quiet inspection, Rosa muttered under her breath, “Not bad-looking… considering the circumstances.” Not a compliment. A jab. What jarred Rosa more was the report she’d read earlier. Nora’s work record was flawless… projects finalized before deadline, difficult clients handled with poise, and that nearly impossible partnership with the Creeds pulled off without a crack. She’d expected an average woman clinging to her son for his wealthy. But Nora Danyon was competent. Annoyingly so. Difficult to dismiss.