Fantastic Fiction Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Slightly nervous. "Is this Nora Hayes? The writer of Once Discarded Now Desired on GoodNovel?" Nora blinked. "Yes," she said carefully. "I just finished Chapter 25," the woman said. "I have been reading since last night. I did not sleep." A pause. "I just needed to tell someone that this story is the most real thing I have read in years and I need to know what happens next and please do not stop writing it." The kitchen was very quiet. Ethan was watching her face.

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III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

she whispered in her ears and then turned her back on them” I will be leaving now, until we meet next time” “Goodbye…” Nora said and the woman disappeared. It felt creepy that she was just there a moment ago but now she had just vanished. She used to read about this in books and she never imagined that she will one day see it with her own eyes. The most interesting thing was that it was someone related to her . Oh…..Nora, your life will always be one with mysteries. “I love to see you trust another person. “ A deep and magnetic voice interrupted her thoughts.

She is a pro when it comes to the art of seduction and sex, having her by him will keep him busy knowing that Arabella can't do it. Nora stares at the man before her, with no word left...she's been with different men, old and young but Rowan, was just the best...She's wanted to taste him to know his capacity is and where it ends but it turns out that he exceeded her imagination and more...No one has ever given her such a rough, hard, energy-draining yet sweet sex before, until Rowan came about, bringing all her fantasies to reality...The only thing she wants now is Rowan, most especially his great skill in sex and his dick...She knows she can't have them without him so making him hers is wha

My feet are killing me, but that's nothing compared to the knot in my stomach. "You're back early. Thought you'd be off having fancy brunch with Prince Charming." Nora appears in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, wearing an old Northwestern sweatshirt and pajama shorts. Her dark hair is piled in a messy bun, and she looks so beautifully ordinary that I almost start crying. "Which Prince Charming?" The words come out bitter. Nora's expression shifts. She sets down her mug, studies my face. "Okay, what happened?" I can't answer. I just stand there in our tiny living room, surrounded by mismatched furniture from Craigslist and Target, and try to remember who I was before I walked into that galle

I simply could never be worthy enough of this man’s cooking. “What is your book about?” Robert broke the silence. He surprised me, I thought this dinner was a formality he thought he needed to get over with. When I looked up I saw that the screen of his Ipad was black, and he was only looking at me. “I saw you reading it before dinner, you looked like you enjoyed it.” “It’s a fantasy novel.” I finally managed to answer after the silence had dragged on too long. He had his hand folded over each other on the table and looked at me with interest. “About a girl who befriends a demon to avoid getting married.”

Anyone in my state would behave abnormally. “Well, you certainly didn’t sleep very long,” Nora declared as I entered the kitchen. The smile on her face made her light up in a way that made her inner beauty shine. It was something that I’d never noticed before. “I expected you to be in bed at least until late afternoon.” “I need to go over those tapes,” I grumbled as I poured myself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Looking at Anton, I nodded. “I see you’ve met Anton.”

The last fluorescent bank clicked off at 8:02 p.m. Nora remained in the rare-book room, seated at the long oak table beneath the mezzanine, a first-edition folio open in front of her. The graduate reading lights were still on, throwing warm pools across the dark wood. She had stayed late every Thursday for six weeks. Tonight was no different—except that the main doors had already been locked and she had not moved.

Here, miles away from the silver-tipped pines of my nightmare, the air tasted of damp asphalt, car exhaust, and fresh bread rather than ozone, fear, and alpha suppression. Nora was a middle-aged human woman with kind eyes and a spine made of pure steel. She owned The Morning Glaze, a small, fragrant bakery tucked into the corner of a narrow cobblestone street. She hadn't asked a single intrusive question when I showed up at her back door three weeks ago in the middle of a thunderstorm, soaking wet, badly bruised, and clutching one battered duffel bag. She had simply handed me a dry towel, a hot bowl of cinnamon porridge, and the key to the tiny attic room sitting right above her bread ovens.