Best Romance Novels By Nora Roberts の小説・ストーリー

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.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

Unfortunately, Nora and Toby never got further than kissing since it turned out Nora was using him to get to his just-widowed brother. Toby sighs, turning to face the she-wolf. He groans as his eyes drink in the sight before him. Nora was sexy, with her lean, tan body and her perfect tits. Her gorgeous platinum hair stuck to her body as the water cascaded down the curls. The water rolled off her small curves, and her nipples stood at attention. "See something you like, gorgeous?" Nora glides her hands over her breast, moving to her clit. She rubs her thumb over her button, moaning as she pleasures herself. Toby gulps, and Nora's other hand grabs his member. "Nora, stop. You're not my mate."

Could she be his arranged mate? It couldn’t be a coincidence. Otto backed away from the table, nearly colliding with another eager fan. He mumbled an apology and retreated to a quiet corner of the room, unable to tear his eyes from Nora. She continued signing books, smiling and chatting with her readers as if their encounter had meant nothing. But he had seen the way her hand trembled. The way her scent had spiked with anxiety when she recognised him. He leaned against the wall, opening the book to flip through its pages. The title caught his attention: “Moon’s Shadow: A Tale of Redemption.” His throat tightened as he read the back cover—a story about a werewolf seeking forgiveness from a wo

“Yes. And your enemy is my enemy, Princess. You want their heads on a spike, I can give them to you. Just come find me. You know where I am.” Roman walked forward to her, closing the space between them. He reached out and stroked her cheek. He growled, lowly, and then walked off as if nothing had happened. And then, Nora woke up. “Oh my god!” Winter exclaimed. “Are you okay? I thought you died!” Nora glanced down at her right wrist. There, emblazoned in gold ink, was ROMAN ELIOT. He claimed he could give her what she really wanted. Only time would tell. Or maybe she’d end up just like her parents….

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

She whimpered and melted into me. I was getting carried away when suddenly the door swung open “ Wo! What do we have here? Lovebirds already?. Bro, already molesting my friend in my house. You owe me” Rosaline who was blushing crimson jumped to her feet away from me. I smiled and pinned a glare at Nora for disrupting our passionate moment. I think I like this shy part of Rosa. “Okay, lovebirds I had looked around the house for you and then I remembered here was your favourite like you said so I said let me try my luck and here we are about to have a wedding” Nora was rambling. I trudged towards her.

"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

I read the first line and set it back down, I left the food untouched, I crossed to the bar instead. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it burned less than it usually did. I carried the glass toward the window, outside, the sky beyond the grounds had started to turn gold. The fountain near the gardens reflected the last of the sunlight. I rested one hand against the glass. I knew Nora had spent five years in London. I knew she had returned with Beaumont under her control. I knew she had taken Andrade before I realized she was even bidding. I knew Alexander Ashton had met her when she was carrying twins.