Best Of Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

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.

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

“Tragic. His company's stock crashed. Then, he got hit with an investigation. I heard he went bankrupt, with creditors chasing him everywhere, and his health fell apart. Just a few days ago, the papers ran photos of him looking like a homeless man. Tsk…” Daniel’s hand tightened around mine, and I squeezed his hand back, smiling softly. Looking at our radiant son on stage and then at our bright-eyed daughter beside me, my heart felt perfectly calm. After the performance, we returned to the Howard estate. The butler stepped forward, holding a large bouquet of vibrant roses. “Ma’am, these are for you,” he said. Tucked inside the bouquet was a small card, the handwriting shaky. “Wishing you happ

“But I thought you deserved the courtesy of a farewell.” I pulled my knees closer to my chest and pressed my back into the wall. Every instinct screamed for Ruby, but the silence inside me was absolute. I’d never felt more alone in my life. Nora crouched slightly, just enough to meet my eye through the bars. “Did you really think no one would notice?” she asked. “That you could sneak your way to the throne like a rat?” “I didn’t—” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Oh, you did,” she said, almost gently. “But I can’t blame you. It was a clever plan. Come in looking soft and fragile. Capture his attention. Hide your little affair until it’s too late.”

She moved around the table and leaned forward slightly, unaware she was revealing a near-indecent amount of cleavage. “Tell me. Was it Maya? Did she gift you one?” Arlo's attention immediately dropped to her chest, then quickly back to his PC. Then back to Nora. “No,” he said, looking away. Nora waited. He cleared his throat, seeing she wouldn't leave until she got an answer. “I searched for dresses that were getting the most attention during New York Fashion Week.” “And?” “Roselli came up repeatedly.” Nora's face brightened. “They did?” “Yes.”

The air smelled faintly of lavender and lemongrass, blending with the clink of cutlery and low hum of conversation. I sat in the corner, flanked by Kayla, with her long curls and baby-blue blazer that never wrinkled, and Nadia, the screenwriter who couldn’t eat lunch without her oversized sunglasses, even though we were indoors. “You seriously didn’t come to brunch yesterday?” Nadia asked, poking at her salad with a mildly judgmental tone. “They said the De Russos rented a private garden in Bel Air. Supposedly insane.” “Kay, show her your photos.”

Gabrielle wasn’t complaining of a backache or any of those other things women talked about as labor’s signs. She was relaxed, cheery and so, so nice! Feeling as vilified as she did, Norah was deeply relieved to be finally treated like a normal person. “Did you get that top at the boutique on the far end of the lake?” Gabrielle asked. “I bought the black and gold one two months ago. They have amazing stuff there, don’t they?” Norah agreed as she set a pot of water to boil. Since the conversation kinda stopped, she mustered up her courage, willing to talk to Gabrielle about something quite private.

"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

The Unread Letter – Nora’s second novel, the one that had established her as a force – was celebrating its peak success, having become a New York Times Bestseller and a global bestseller. Other established authors praised the book, news outlets were talking about it, and the internet was buzzing with excitement, with everyone wondering who the brilliant author was. Her agent, Carmen, efficient as ever, had quickly organized a book tour and other promotional activities, which had efficiently leveraged the opportunity. Since it was Nora’s first tour and it had been impromptu, Carmen had been considerate enough not to include too many places and activities at a time so as not overwhelm Nora, an

Before Matthew could say anything else, a soft voice chimed in. “Hello.” My eyes snapped toward the sound, landing on Nora. Her delicate figure stepped forward, wide eyes gleaming with innocence. That perfect smile of hers made people want to protect her. I watched the way she looked at Hades and Roman, her charm sweet enough to melt anyone. And the worst part was that it always worked. Men always fell for it. Nora never had to raise her voice or demand a thing, her fragility did all the work. She was beautiful, small, delicate, the kind of woman men wanted to fight wars for.