Finding Nora Audiobook Novels & Stories

Dr. Sabine Marsh had chosen a location that was neither hospital nor office nor anywhere that suggested official business. A reading room inside a university library on the eastern edge of the city. Old building. Thick walls. The kind of space where sound died two feet from its source and conversations stayed exactly where they were had. Nora arrived twelve minutes early. She had not told Henderson. She had not called Ethan. She had kissed her mother's cheek, left Ada sitting with the letter and her coffee and her tomatoes, and driven across the city with the forensic pathologist's voice still sitting in her chest like something with edges.

With a curse, he snatched it up, ready to tear into whoever was on the other end. He hit ‘accept.’ “What?” A small, trembling voice came through the speaker. A voice he’d heard just an hour ago. One that had been haunting him for eight months. “Mr. Ashford? It’s… it’s Nora,” she whispered. “I signed the papers. I’ll do it.” There was a pause, then a shaky breath. “And… I think I need your help.”

I couldn't tell what was really going on with her, that alone frustrated me. I sat through an entire council discussion unable to focus properly because Nora looked distracted beside me again. Then someone accidentally dropped a stack of scrolls nearby. Nora visibly flinched. Her shoulders tensed instantly before she relaxed again almost immediately afterward like she hated being noticed. My eyes narrowed slightly. What was really going on? After the meeting finally ended, nobles slowly began filtering out of the chamber while Nora gathered several documents from the table She looked tired. “Nora.” I called. She glanced up quickly at the sound of my voice. “Yes?” she answered.

Fifty missed calls. All from Lyra. I let out a low chuckle. My diarrhea-mouthed beta must have opened his trap again, and of course, Lyra’s is his mate, he would have told her. I opened her messages and couldn’t help smiling. I opened her messages and couldn’t help smiling. “I heard Nora met with the Queen Mother. Is she still breathing? -curious face emoji-” “Is she alive? Should I come by?” “Do I need to prepare a burial cloth? -side eye face emoji-”

But I only have eyes for Knox, for the man I thought I'd never see again. He reaches me first, dropping to his knees in the blood-soaked leaves. His hands hover over my body, clearly wanting to touch me but afraid of causing more damage. "Aubrey, oh god. What happened? Who did this to you?" His voice breaks on the words. I try to sit up straighter, using the tree for support. Every movement is agony, but this information is too important to wait. "Knox... listen to me." The words come out slurred through my split lip. "Nora is dead. The woman with the Crescent Pack... she's not who you think she is."

“They want a reclaiming. They’re not attacking the Council nor humans; they’re coming for me.” “Why?” I looked at the last blinking light on the screen. Because I wasn’t the last Echo. Because I was the one who lived. And Subject One wasn’t trying to kill me. He was trying to correct me. That night, I sat alone in the medbay, staring at the old file I’d pulled from Malek’s restricted archives. Subject Eleven: NORA… my mother. Her name was Nora. The file was blurry and corrupted in places. But there were still fragments left—enough to make me wish I hadn’t looked.

“This is a miracle.” Noah folded his arms, clearly uncomfortable. “Still not your business.” “It is... when the patient involved is like a family to me,” Faith said firmly, turning back to Nora. “So I’ll ask again. What do you want to do?” “I don’t like this.” Noah muttered. Faith ignored him. Nora stared down at the paper. Her voice came out small. “I don’t know. I thought I was broken. I thought that part of me was gone forever.”

If anything, that man looked at me the way an alpha looked at a stray that had wandered too close to his territory. But what he was actually thinking…I had no clue. Not even my wolf could read that man. Suddenly, a sharp thought hit me. My eyes widened. I quickly patted my pajama pockets….Left…right. I felt nothing. A ripple of panic ran through me. “Nora,” I said quickly, looking up. “Where’s my phone?” My heart began to beat faster. “I recorded a video of Laura and Dr. Clarke on it.” “Your phone was damaged beyond repair,” Nora said. “I got you this one, but… the videos are gone.”

Thin. Trisha leaned closer, tears streaming freely now. “Don’t talk yet. Just-just breathe.” Nora’s eyes darted around the room, wild and confused. Memories came in flashes. A phone rang. Her chest tightening. Running. Headlights. Pain. Her breathing quickened, alarm blaring inside her. “No,” she whispered hoarsely. “No no” Jaden stepped into her line of sight. Her heart stuttered violently. His eyes were red, rimmed with exhaustion, guilt carved deep into his expression.

She seemed impossibly alone despite the celebration continuing only a short distance away. Nora quietly stepped backward, intending to leave before she was discovered. This wasn't her moment. It wasn't her secret. A small twig snapped beneath her shoe. The sound shattered the silence. Celine looked up immediately. Their eyes met. For one painfully awkward moment, neither woman spoke. The truth was already there between them. "I wasn't trying to listen," Nora said quietly. "I know." There was no anger in Celine's voice. Only exhaustion. "You heard enough." Nora lowered her eyes.