Nightwork Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

--- Nora slept badly that night, the bloody scene from the private room replaying behind her eyes every time she closed them. By morning, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, darkq circles deep enough to startle her. There was nothing for it but a heavy layer of concealer, which barely got her to presentable. She dressed down for the day, jeans, a plain white tee, matching sneakers, and a baseball cap pulled low, aiming for something easy and unremarkable. The day before, she'd asked Miles for the home address of Vivian's body double, and today she intended to pay her a visit in person.

Vivienne Cabot was extraordinary in a polished, finished way, and standing next to Dominic she looked like the correct answer to a question about what his life was supposed to contain. Nora looked at the photographs longer than was useful. Then she closed the browser entirely, put on her running shoes, and went out into the October dark. Three miles. The playlist she used when she needed to outrun a thought heavy beat, no lyrics she could follow, the sonic equivalent of a white noise machine. She came back sweating and steadier and she showered and ate and sat on her fire escape with a blanket and called her mother. "How's work?" her mother asked.

Chapter 90 Damien's POV The camp was restless under the cloak of night, every flicker of firelight casting long shadows across hardened faces and weary bodies. I moved silently among the pack, feeling the pulse of their anxiety and anticipation. They trusted me to lead them through darkness, but the truth weighed heavily—this mission wasn’t just a test of strength; it was a gamble with our very souls. I found Nora sharpening her blades near the edge of the clearing. Her hands were steady, but the tension in her jaw betrayed the storm beneath her calm exterior. “You’re awake late,” I said quietly.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

She had fallen asleep almost immediately and I didn’t want to wake her up, so I pulled her into my arms and just snuggled. Maybe that’s why she left… I didn’t take care of her last night, I screwed her and I let her fall asleep on this messy bedspread. I didn’t even clean her up after stealing her Maidenhead. Gosh… I’m such an asshole. I hope she lets me make it up to her. I’ll spend every hour of every day keeping her safe and happy. I’ll do whatever it takes to get her to love me unconditionally. “What did you find out about the sabotage attempt at the docks, does it have anything to do with a Bratva captain called Austin Foster?” I asked.

Saturday arrived without ceremony, grey light through the curtains, Demi still asleep, the island doing its quiet weekend thing of pretending nothing consequential lived here. Nora was dressed by six-fifteen. She'd slept four hours, which was enough. Enough had always been enough she'd grown up in a household where rest was something you took in available portions and didn't complain about when the portions were small. She moved through the room without waking Demi, pocketed the partial copy of the fourth section, and slipped out before the residential wing had properly woken.

Robbin spent the entire night sad and alone. The next morning, Nora and the other girls returned exhausted and sleepy. They all crashed onto their beds, and Robbin could barely say a word to her. She had to wait until afternoon or evening when she woke up. This had been their routine for months now—they went out at night, returned in the morning fatigued and exhausted, passed out, and repeated the cycle. At around 4 p.m., Nora finally woke up. Robbin rushed to her bed to ask how she was doing and to give her the medication she had gotten for her the previous night. When Nora seemed relaxed, Robbin told her everything that had happened.

EDEN The ringing of my phone drags me out of a shallow, nightmare-filled sleep. I jolt upright, my heart slamming against my ribs. I'm still in Nora's room, curled up awkwardly in the rocking chair beside her toddler bed. My neck aches, my eyes burn, and my body feels heavy with exhaustion. I stayed awake all night pacing, checking the security cameras, and refreshing my messages until my body finally gave out around five in the morning. Nora is still sleeping peacefully, her little thumb in her mouth, her dark curls messy against the pillow. I thank God she doesn't know how terrified I am.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

By the time they were done, she was so tired even though she barely did anything, she took her bath, had dinner, took her meds, and retired for the night expecting to fall asleep as soon touched the bed but fate had another thing in stuck for her because she sat awake and once again, Luca was all she could think about. Nora felt hot and couldn’t stay in bed anymore, being on the bed was helping in fueling her fantasy and it wasn’t doing any good for her, she got out of the bed and onto her wheelchair and pushed herself to the balcony, she looked out to the flower field, even though it was night, it was still beautiful out there and there were lights everywhere. Nora tried to clear her head b