Blue Dahlia Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

The Everley greenhouse was filled with the scents of damp earth and herbs, morning light casting golden hues across the potted plants. I hadn’t planned to be here, but something, perhaps fate, kept drawing me to Nora. She was focused on a sprig of mandragla, her curls falling into her face. I couldn’t help but speak up. “Careful, those little bastards sulk if you try too hard.” Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing at me. “And you’re an expert in sulking plants now?”

Her daughter, Graycen, was spending the evening with a trusted babysitter, leaving Nora free to prepare herself for the special night. Nora headed to her bedroom to choose the perfect outfit for the date. She opted for a stunning knee-length, navy blue dress with a subtle floral pattern. The dress had a flattering A-line cut, cinched at the waist to accentuate her curves. It was an elegant yet modern choice, and it made her feel confident. As Nora slipped into the dress, she couldn't help but admire her reflection in the mirror. She then carefully selected a pair of silver stilettos, which added a touch of sophistication to her look, and she checked herself in the mirror once more, ensuring

I didn't respond, just took the lead and took her towards the romance novels, and before she could ask me to choose one for her, I left her there and went back to the desk. She came back not even five minutes later and laid down three books by Nora Roberts; Savor The Moment, Daring To Dream, and The Next Always. I didn't comment, just scanned them gave her the total, took the money, kept the change like she'd asked and said goodbye. It was only after she left that I could let out a breath of genuine air. I had to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible, I didn't like what was going on and I didn't want it going on for long, or even at all.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Yes… Norah Wilde was a brown-headed goddess… Leone could hardly breathe looking at her. She was a vision in a long, sparkling dark blue skirt with a high slit and a lavender, equally glittering halter top that clung lovingly to the swells of her breasts. Her waist was bare and her wavy long, brown hair was falling down freely, framing her sweet face. She wore silver hoop earrings and a dozen thin bangles supplied by the stylist. Gabrielle’s sandals were slightly big, but Leone knew that no one will notice that since Norah’s toes were freshly painted in a passionate shade of red.

You are a billionaire, Damian, you don't have to crash at my place. He shrugs, I know he is not a man of many words, I have knowm him for years, and learnt to read between the lines. "My door is always opened, how is Aida, by the way?" I say, and he grins, telling me how annoying his sister has gotten _____ I stare at my reflection in the mirror. For the first time in months, I am stepping outside the doors. Wearing a simple flower patterned dress, with ankled boots, and my hair in a messy bun.

Then, after a beat that landed like hesitation: "Lyanna Black." Something moved at the corner of his mouth. Not a smile. An assessment completing itself, a data point landing in a column he had already been building. "An unusual last name." "My father's." I looked around the room slowly, deliberately, the performance of someone putting together where they were and what that meant, registering the quality of it, the size of it, the cedar and spice smell of it that my Silver Dawn receptors had already catalogued and that I was choosing not to register in any visible way. "How did I get here?"

When Della opens the door, I can't help but admire her right from top to bottom. A purple sexy lace midi dress so simple but also has the effect to turn eyes especially on a body like hers. Her make up is just perfect coupled with a pair of black ankle strap heels. "Beautiful." I compliment unconsciously. Della blushes. "Do you mean the outfit or me?" she asks. "Both. Everything actually." I splutter. "You look handsome too." she comments.

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”