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.”

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 lights were too bright, and for a fleeting second, her practiced smile faltered. “Nora,” the interviewer began — a woman with hair so precise it might’ve been carved, and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s been two years since The Paper House — your third novel, the one that cemented your reputation in psychological thrillers. A runaway hit, optioned for film before it even left the bestseller list. A phenomenal success. Yet… we’re still waiting for book four. Your fans are eager.”

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.

She asked and batted her thick-coated lashes at the men from the Dark Guard. They looked at their leaders for a sign but kept a straight, cold face while doing so. “She only bites if you want her to. Your men are safe,” I said when I saw the reluctance on their faces. Nora was good, maybe even the best I've hired. She knows where to look, who to touch, and what to say to get men to lower their guards. She was the best secret weapon during any negotiation and she was the best decision I made when it came to Hazel's protection.

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."