Nightwork Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Nora stood in the doorway and thought about Diana Rowe, and Leland Cross, and Marcus Webb sitting in his office right now not knowing that she knew, and what it meant that the man she was planning to meet at a diner tomorrow morning was both her best lead and someone who'd spent years working for the woman who wanted her gone. She turned off the nightlight and let Hope sleep in the dark. She stood there a moment longer than she needed to, long enough that her eyes adjusted and she could see Hope's chest rising, steady, unaware of any of it.

I said this while laughing out loud. If it means getting another job at a modeling agency, I don't mind lying to Josh again, if only once. Josh chuckled before nodding. "It appears that you are desperate for work." Josh stated before smiling. I bite my lower lips. "Are you going to tell me about this so-called job or not?" I sneered because he appears to be reverting to his playful self. Josh inhales and exhales. "I want you to join me and my best friend for a threesome erotic night stand." Josh declares, his words exploding in my ears.

The emptiness of the living room suggested that Sarah had lost control of herself earlier and might even try to hurt herself in the end. A wave of regret swept across Richard's heart instantly. He regretted his actions the previous night. He wished he could reverse the hand of the clock. He shouldn't have tried to make love to her against her wish. He was just a little too drunk and hell-bent on achieving his aim. He even had to do it again and again. "Mrs. Wilson is sleeping upstairs. She had been sleeping since 12pm. We didn't wake her up because she needed a good rest," nanny Vera explained.

The rain had continued through most of the night, tapping softly against Maya’s window and making the room colder than usual. The sound had made it easy to fall asleep, but it had also made it almost impossible to get out of bed. Maya suddenly opened her eyes. She reached for her phone and checked the time. Her eyes widened. “7:45 AM?” She sat up immediately. “Oh my God. How did I sleep this much?” She threw the blanket aside and hurried out of bed. She had almost forgotten about the meeting until the thought of Adrian Cole came rushing back. Today, she was going to his company. Today, she was going to ask him to save her family.

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?”