Fantastic Fiction Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

The kind she herself had cultivated by becoming unreachable, untouchable, a ghost. “I went for a walk, Elijah,” she said calmly. “The city is still there. And so am I.” She turned to Elnora, who was watching her with cautious hope, like someone witnessing the return of a familiar shape after a long absence. “You were right, Nora,” Robbin said quietly. “I was eroding. But I’ve found the bedrock.” In her office, Robbin opened a folder on her desk. Its label was simple, deliberate: The Foundation Ledger.

she sighed, “was basically a shrine to alcohol and bottled water.” “Oh, for crying out loud—” Nora started pacing. “So what? I’m not a five-meals-a-day kind of girl. I skip dinners. I’m not dying.” “You’re fading,” Faith said gently. “Not dying, but you’re not living either. And frankly, that scares me. Because you never let anyone help until it’s too late.” Nora rolled her eyes. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a remarkable gift for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

“We are tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.” Smart man, Neill, but it isn't easy now, is it? I mused, turning over the page of the book I was reading, mentally applauding Nora Roberts for being such a great wordsmith. And I have to say that Margaret Mary was definitely my spirit animal. I remained in my room, lost in the book, when the distant sound of laughter and footsteps reached my ears.

Rosa smiled, her smile fake and distant "Maybe they were listening to our conversation yesterday. About the books, you know, I would love your children to be avid readers” Nicolas's face brightened a little. "Did you finish the one you were reading last night?" He asked taking a sip of his coffee. "Yes. It was beautiful. I really enjoyed it, besides, I am happy with it and with everything. A really good romance book. I never knew you knew how to read books like that." Rosa took a sip of her coffee. "Do you have any other recommendations?" Nicolas sat down across from her. "There's this one about a woman who travels through different worlds. Each world has its own rules and magic. The world a

She slowly moved her hand away from Rock's lap, taking a sip of her drink. "Your wife was my friend, but that story will remain for another day," Nora said. "Do you know that she loves reading my books?" she suddenly asked, tilting her head towards Rock. "Is that a bad thing?" Rock asked, his brows raised as he stared at Nora. Nora shook her head before fiddling with her handbag while Rock looked away, his attention focused on nothingness and thought filled with the face of his wife. "Here's one of my books. This particular edition of my creation is very interesting and I would advise you to read it. Who knows, it might point you in the right direction although you're seeing it already."

Thankfully, the introduction was not something I promised, I just agreed with the idea at the time. Nora and I make our way to the meeting room. Nora takes notes and everytime someone asks how she writes as a former slave. She tells them she was taught by an angel. She won’t tell them it was the former princess because no one would believe her. Emmett and Iris join us. The meeting is long and boring and I’m thankful when it’s over.

Nora said, holding her tight. “My boobs do have a healing effect.” Nora snorted a laugh as she held her tighter for a few more seconds before letting go. “I came as soon as I saw the blogs. Escaping the devil's den was hard, but not even he could hold me back from coming to you.” Nora rolled her eyes at healing Camila, referring to her boss as the devil. “Your boss is not that bad. I’ve met the man, he’s charming AND handsome.” Nora said, hoping to distract Camila.

Tonight was no different. Nora tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the curve of a woman’s shoulder on her canvas. The piece was for a fantasy novel cover. It was ethereal, sensual, full of flowing fabrics and hidden power. Her own reflection in the dark glass showed a woman in an oversized sweater and soft leggings, barefoot, charcoal smudges on her fingers. Nothing glamorous. Yet he watched. She felt his gaze like a physical touch.

"Because you are not going to like the sight in front of you right now. Just focus on helping me recover Arabella and let that damn Smith and Laurent take care of the monster." There was nothing she could do but obey Nora's words. After all, she could not possibly be able to deal with it, considering she realised that she did not have that kind of courage to see the figure of a monster that managed to make her shudder in fear until she found her entire body almost trembled just from looking at the appearance of the creature itself. ***

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.