Coda Norris Novels & Stories

The curiosity about this was overwhelming. “Norris is part fae. He is a distant relative of mine. That is how he was able to bring you here. He is your guardian fae, in a way. He will be able to sense when you are in danger and help locate you if something ever separates you from them. Think of him as your calming effect. When things get bad, go to him and he will know what to do.” “What about the others?” I asked her.

She does all the book work for the studio and her and Liv run if smoothly while Hael runs the one back home and Lucas actually runs the one they have in Chicago that is doing really well. Cody got a job at a racing company and is second in command for the brand that sponsors some of the racers so he tends to travel a lot. They are very happy though, they come over whenever they are in town and this next week they are actually both in town together so I want to make sure I get to see them. I haven't spoken to Cory in a long time, Cody says that she moved in with her girlfriend, that she is happy and doing well but she still doesn't speak to me after everything that happened with her and Damon

~~~0~~~ *ALEX* The following day, before I could drink my morning coffee, my beta burst into my room with news. "Alpha, we had an intelligent report coming from one of our men who is following Norris and his entire family's daily activity," Bart said. "Tell me, what did they discover?" I asked, eager to know if we had already had a breakthrough. "Last night, our men followed Norris. He was traveling in the middle of the night and arrived at this secluded warehouse, which is empty. Our men got suspicious of his behavior because he stayed there for almost half an hour," Bart explained.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

And yet, every single day, I was playing with fire. Ronan Voss. Thirty-eight. Tall, powerfully built, with a sharp jawline, piercing gray eyes, and an aura of absolute command. He was brilliant, cutthroat, and devastatingly handsome in that cold, magnetic way. In the brutal world of New York finance, he was both feared and respected. And I wanted him so badly it terrified me. The intercom buzzed, making me jump. “Liora. My office. Now.” His deep, authoritative voice sent a rush of heat through my body. My nipples tightened against my silk blouse, and I felt that familiar slick warmth between my thighs.

"You're here. But the world... the world is closing." ​"It's not closing," Nora said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the Library's main exit. "We're just Moving to the Next Edition." ​But as they reached the door, the Co-Writer appeared one last time. She wasn't an enemy anymore. She was holding a final, physical Hard-Drive. ​"The story is de-listed, Nora," the Co-Writer said, her form fading into white. "But I saved the Source Code. If you take this, you can't go back to London. You have to go to the one place the Algorithm can't follow."

“Mrs. Norris, this is Ms. Kamala Reynolds, a private investigator. She wishes to speak with you about last night.” Mrs. Norris straightened up slightly; she looked up at Kamala wondering what she had to say. Kamala stepped forward, adjusting the strap of her bag. “Good morning, Mrs. Norris. I’m sorry to intrude, but I’m investigating a case that might be connected to what happened here. I was hoping you could help me with some information.” Mrs. Norris gestured to the empty armchair. “Please, sit.” She then introduced herself. “I’m Lydia Norris, and these are my siblings, Martin and Mary.”