Nightwork Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

He left the room to let her sleep. Tabitha looked around the room and saw a frame that said baby's first picture on a nightstand. There were a couple of dressers and a closet. There were no other family pictures in the room. She sat up and opened the drawer to see what was in it just out of curiosity. There were a couple of notebooks. She took them out and started going through them. It was all numbers and names of people or places listed. Had this been her research for Valerie's wedding? She glanced over it and moved to the second one.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

I protected my eyes with my hand as he spread the curtains to allow the sunshine into the room. "Come on! It is morning love." Arnold clasped his hand and walked towards me on the bed. "Arnold!" I grunted as I bounced back on the bed. "I need more sleep." I murmured and shut back my eyes. Arnold pulled off the duvet from me and dragged me up from the bed. "You gonna be late for work, don't be lazy." "Arnold!" My eyes still remained closed. His cold lips clashed on my forehead, "Thanks for the night." Then, to my nose.

“That’s what I’m here for. Get out, I’m driving.” Naya was not the best driver around, but she had no choice. She did not want to give her the address, so she transferred to the passenger seat. Ellie kept looking at Naya because she’s driving further out of the city. The pine trees were getting dense as they moved forward. But she kept her mouth shut. Her life depended on it since Naya could not talk and drive. She had fallen asleep from the snail speed her friend had been driving. Her confusion was unmistakable when she woke up. Her eyes looked for something familiar, but found nothing but pine trees.

I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

Nora drank in big gulps, letting it run down her chin, mixing with the sweat and the remaining cum still dripping from her. The red light kept trembling. The television stayed mute. The sofa stayed stained. And they both knew this was only the beginning of the night.

He called but the Nathan was already stepping out the center and into the night. …. Nora laid on her bed like a robot; cold and unfeeling. She was even scared to close her eyes because she knew it was darkness she would find there. Her nightmares were terrible and when she woke up, it was always hard to get back her bearing. But yesterday, Nathan's présence had brought her peace, his body had given her security. How was she supposed to weather this night without him? After tasting what if felt to have him beside her, how was she supposed to lie in this empty bed and close her eyes?

Julian had settled Nora in the crook of his arm, and with his free hand he found Claire's on the bed and covered it, and she turned her hand over and held his and they sat like that while Ethan talked nonsense to Thomas and Rosa watched from the doorway with the expression of a woman who had been running this household for twenty-two years and had never been more satisfied with an outcome. Outside, the March night was cold and clear. The pack house was beginning to stir — it was almost five AM and the night watch was changing, and somewhere below them the kitchen was coming alive with the first sounds of morning. North Ridge waking up to an ordinary day that was also, in every way that matte

Travis reached out to gently touch his cheek—only to feel a layer of cold sweat. Something was wrong. He switched on the light. Quinton was drenched in sweat, his face ghost-pale. He wasn’t waking up. “Quinton!” — Across the city, Nora had worked late until midnight and collapsed into bed the moment she got home. Sometime in the middle of the night, she began to dream—dark, restless dreams—until the faint sound of her phone ringing dragged her toward consciousness. She fumbled for it, her voice hoarse. “Hello?”