Inheritance Nora Roberts Book 2 Novels & Stories

The man had been asking her questions about her engagement all evening. "Is it true you're marrying Killian?" the man asked, sipping his drink. Nora nodded. "Yes, it's true." "Why?" the man asked directly. "I mean, everyone knows you two don't really get along." Nora looked around to make sure no one else was listening. Then she leaned closer to the man. "I want my inheritance back," she said quietly. "That's the only way the shareholders will back me. They want to see stability, and marriage provides that."

Lena beamed, showing her pearly whites as she gave my grandfather a short bow, before pulling me in quickly for a tight hug. I stood stiff, my eyes wide open as her actions caught me off guard. But before I even had the chance to push her away, my ear shook as her sickening voice whispered. “If you wanted to die so badly cousin, all you had to do was ask.”

Whoever he meant by 'she' I took my time walking back to the Clan Mansion and as I reached the front door a delicious scent caught my nose, warm brown sugar cane with the distinct aroma of vanilla, reminding me of the decadent taste of the finest rum distilled. In an instant, the captivating scent was washed away by the chilled wind and icy snow that was falling even more heavily. No sooner had I showered the stench of blood and rogue wolf from me, walking out of the bathroom and throwing on a pair of comfortable Joggers, I felt pressure behind my eyes as Tobias was trying to push through my blockade to send me a link.

This betrayal cut deep, and she couldn't suppress her anger any longer. Passing the beautifully manicured gardens and marble fountains, Nora made her way toward the main house. She was greeted by the familiar faces of the staff, who had been a constant presence throughout her childhood and even after her father's death; with little or no payment from Ryan. They exchanged puzzled glances, clearly taken aback by her uncharacteristic intensity.

Nora This is not how I saw my day going at all. I was supposed to go grocery shopping, then meet up with my book club later. Not host a safehouse for teachers who escaped a massacre at Hawthorn Academy. I’m glad the professors are here, though. I just wish everyone else was as well. Especially my niece, Wendy. Even though I’ve never met her, I think about her every day. I promised her father I would check in on her if she ever were to go to Hawthorn. Since I don’t even know where she is, I’ve failed horribly.

In fact, in the days before Gutenberg invented the printing press and made books more accessible to everyone, few people had easy access to books. So it's clear that Nora has more than enough money to be able to buy all the books that used to be a worldly luxury. Nora apparently had an interest in alchemists (which explains Nora's background as a warlock) and physics, in addition to fiction about romance and fairy tales or books about religion. She then returned his attention to the scribbles on the paper. The encryption of Erna's great-grandmother's diary was indeed complicated on the grounds that she used a variety of foreign languages and Arabic numeric combinations to encrypt her diary.

The book I happened to find in an old library isn't very detailed either, but it does list his ancestors. As I get comfortable, my watch vibrates, and I sigh as I see the face flashing on my wrist. I like to think I am a nice person with ample amounts of patience, but when I talk to this individual, I lose all of those traits. "What do you need, dad," I ask as soon as I accept the call? "Sara, don't act like that. I need your help," dad says, and I roll my eyes. Floki jumps up into my lap, and I run my fingers through his silky orange fur. My irritation fades, and I grin at my overweight pet before replying.

“And the week after that. I’m not finished with you.” Nora walked out through the silent library as the first morning light touched the windows, thighs pressed together, body thoroughly used, already knowing the locked doors of the rare-book room would keep opening for her for a long time to come.

Instinctively, she turns her face to the side, avoiding his proximity. Nora's trembling hand reaches out, grasping a book from the shelf behind her. In her haste, the book slips from her fingers, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Just as she braces herself for impact, Jay catches her, his grip tightening around her hand. He pulls her closer, their bodies almost touching, but his attention momentarily shifts. His eyes falls upon the room behind him, where David and Karen had indulged in their intimate encounters. Nora's heart sinks as she takes in the sight of the various toys placed on the table, illuminated by the dim red lights.

Nora said quietly, breaking into their conversation. Rosa froze. Her eyes widened… not with joy. With insult. Noah placed a steadying hand on Nora’s thigh for emotional support. “Yes,” Nora continued evenly. “I’m carrying your grandchild.” Rosa gave a humorless, dry laugh. “You must be joking.” “She’s not,” Noah said. “She’s pregnant with my child.” “Her too?” Rosa mocked. “What’s next? Your secretary? The whole damn Bamford Empire?” She sneered. “How many women are you planning to impregnate?”