Finding Nora Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Yes, Mrs. Nora.” Nora let out a long breath. At least for now, the woman had left the house. Nora reached for the phone in her pocket. There was one thing she needed to do immediately. Not to confront Javier now, but to make sure that after this, there would be nothing left that could be hidden from her. She searched for a name in her contacts. Not long after, the call connected. “Julian.” “Yes?” “I need your help.” “Just tell me what you need, Mrs. Nora.”

*Nora: focus on class Whitaker* *Cole: I'm always focused* *Cole: also fyi Maya is looking at me from across the room like she knows something* *Nora: she always looks like that* *Cole: does she KNOW something* Nora looked at her notebook. At the clean blank page where today's notes should have been. She thought about his hand not moving away. *Nora: put your phone away* *Cole: thats not a no* She locked her screen. She looked at the front of the room and tried to pay attention to the lesson and told herself firmly and clearly that she was going to get this under control. She was smart. She was organized. She had a plan.

“How. Did. I. Get. Here?” Nora finally managed to ask, but her voice sounded dry and foreign even to her ears, she waited for the doctor to respond but he didn’t even acknowledge her words, she concluded that her voice must have been so low that he couldn’t hear her so she decided she wasn’t going to try and talk to him anymore, now that she could talk again, she would train her voice so that when he returns later, she can finally ask him the questions that were burning in her head to be asked. She lay there in silence and the doctor finally left. As soon as he did, Nora tried to move her hands again on her own and this time it was easier. “My name is Nora Morningstar,”

He wasn’t in the mood for games. The woman tilted her head, an amused smirk forming on her lips. "I thought I made that clear over the phone," she said. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight of confidence. "You want Audrey, don’t you?" Frank said nothing, his silence an invitation for her to continue. She took a slow step toward him, her boots clicking softly against the concrete floor. "Well, your situation and mine aren’t so different," she said, her tone measured. "My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out."

“It’s not.” There was a beat. Then another. When she didn’t continue, I scowled. “What are you not telling me?” Nora bit the inside of her cheek, like she was measuring how much she could get away with sharing with me. Then she dug around in her satchel before pulling out an old, leather-bound book. The binding was worn and cracking, and the cover was faded with the crest of House Aurelian. She opened it carefully and turned the pages with a brittle whisper before pausing.

Nora's steps stopped for a moment as her gaze met Axel's eyes. "Good job, Nora!" exclaimed Axel, pointing his thumb at Nora. Looking down, Nora took a seat in her chair. Her hand reached for her book to cover her face from the right side. Nora suddenly felt embarrassed to look at Axel's face. This made Axel look confused by Nora's attitude. "Nora, what are you doing?" From behind the book, Nora smiled without any desire to look at Axel. The little girl knew; surely her white face was currently turning pink. ***

She glanced sideways at Mary. Mary was writing. Writing fast. Traitor. Nora swallowed. “…Okay. Think. Think.” Nothing. Her heart started beating faster. Slowly… carefully… she slipped her phone out under the desk. Just a quick check. Just one answer. She unlocked it. Typed quickly. Her eyes scanned the screen. “Yes… yes… okay…” “Miss Oscar.” Nora froze. Her blood ran cold. Slowly… very slowly… she looked up. Professor Nelson stood right beside her.

Michal’s hand found mine and tightened, a warning and a tether. The phone rang again. And again. It stopped on the seventh chime. Silence, huge and waiting. Then the intercom crackled dead system, no power, and yet a voice slid through the speakers like cold over skin. This time there was no mimicry to it, no tape. It didn’t need one. “Hello, Trators,” Nora said, warm as a grave. “Shall we begin?”

​The air was no longer sterile; it smelled of old paper, cold tea, and the faint, lingering scent of Julian’s damp coat. ​She looked up. Christina Wilder was still in her wingback chair, but she was no longer smiling. She looked at Nora’s blistering hand with a expression of profound respect. ​"You're back," Christina said. "But you're late. The 'Final Audit' didn't wait for you, Nora. The Council has already begun the De-Listing." ​Nora scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain in her legs. She ran toward the "Special Collections" door at the back of the library.

… “Was she abused?“ and some other stupid assumptions she didn't hear. She was starting to regret storming-out of the room a little, but her head told her she did the right thing. She just had to think of her next line of actions now. Nora had a sudden thought of Catherine. Maybe she should risk going back to the estate and back to their house to confirm if she was safe and hadn't been used as bait by Raven. As she was considering her options, Nora suddenly caught sight of a guy dressed entirely in black who was speaking into a phone near the parking lot of the hotel. She observed his face closely and discovered he was the same guy from the restaurant where she and Alvin had gone to eat. Nor