Romans & histoires Inheritance Nora Roberts Book 2

"What primitive anomaly exists inside Chika Whitmore that forces your command to cancel a modern infrastructure project worth a hundred billion territory resources? Do your accountants no longer prioritize profit? That is raw territorial asset expansion you are throwing into the dirt!" Her absolute fixation on material gain reminded Ronan instantly of Lady Blackwell’s cold, lifeless ledger books. Freda let out a sharp, mocking bark. "You are sacrificing an empire for an asset that already belongs to the Afolayan executioner, Ronan Blackwell. Has your wolf completely lost its sanity to a delusion?"

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.

“Why keep a gate at all when you’ve already thrown away your shame? Might as well let the whole world see you for what you are.” David pointed a trembling finger at her, livid. “Ungrateful wretch! We are your parents, and you dare humiliate us like this?” Nora circled the car at an unhurried pace until she stood directly before them. Her voice was icy. “Mr. Yates, do you have dementia? The disownment papers are still locked in my drawer. As far as I’m concerned, my parents are already dead.” “You—!” David clutched at his chest, stunned by her defiance.

It’s like in this moment he refuses too. Rosalie steps up to me, pulling her thick cardigan off and she wraps it around me to help cover up how exposed I am. Quietly, so quietly, I thank her. It’s the first real act of kindness any of them have shown me. The first bit of kindness I’ve had since my family was butchered. “Ad, please, don’t you see what this is…” Lia says. He shakes his head but that doesn’t stop her. “…it’s the curse. It’s all part of it.”

Jace said, holding onto her tighter. “Something is coming.” She whispered looking across the yard. “Something?” Jace said, setting Nora down and standing in front of her, Cole pushing just under his surface. He didn't pick up anything, what was she sensing? He squinted trying to focus his eyes. He couldn't hear anything ethier. “Yes. Something strong.” Nora whispered, her eyes glowing amber, Zara was ready to fight. Authors Note: Hello all Thank you so much for reading! This is the last chapter in this novel! Book two is called : The Luna that Broke the Alpha Council. You can continue the journey with what is instore next with Jace and Nora there! Much Love

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

I remained as still as a sculpture as a shadow drew across the room, heading toward my father. It was when I peeked a second time that I saw her. “Nora?” A soft gasp escaped my lips. She walked right to him with her face buried into a book in her hands. But she halted when she got to my dad’s table—our dad’s table. The thing is after my mum died, Sienna bore two more children for my father—one was Jaxon, and the other, about twenty years old now was Nora. She could be quite invisible in the Pack, usually just throwing her complete self into whatever book she was reading at that time. It was all she ever did for the short time I knew her but she was different now.

I felt him press a quick kiss to my shoulder, then shift to sit up. “Come in,” he called, voice still rough with sleep. Nora entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all—pale, eyes shadowed, clutching a small leather-bound book against her chest like it might shatter if she held it too loosely. Her mother’s grimoire. She stopped at the foot of the bed, gaze flicking between us. “I… didn’t want to wake you,” she said, “but this couldn’t wait.”