Nightwork Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Clara It’s deep into the night when I jolt awake, my chest rising and falling with sharp, rapid breaths. Sweat clings to my skin, my heart hammering like a drumbeat in the dark. The nightmare fades in fragments, flashes of shadows, a voice I couldn't quite place, the overwhelming feeling of being chased. I sit up slowly, the bedsheet twisted around my legs, and take a moment to ground myself The soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains, casting long, pale shapes across the room.

The fact that their plan, as simple as it was, seemed to be working didn't exactly fill him full of happy, safe thoughts. Blinking to restore his swimming vision, Byron straightened up and waited for someone that would actually take a look at his nose. *** Norma sat at her desk, staring blankly through the large window that offered her the only view in the otherwise claustrophobic prison library. It looked out onto a narrow hallway and, on dull days (which were quite common in her line of work) offered her a bit of distraction. She sometimes enjoyed watching the inmates (and occasional patrolling guard) pass by, making up little stories about their lives and where they were headed when they

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

Intruder: Nora woke up just before the sun was coming up. She glanced over to Jace watching him sleep peacefully. She watched the slow sunlight dance across the floor and then touch upon his face. Nora smiled wondering how he could sleep so well with everything going on. She turned over on her side to look at him better. She brushed the dark almost raven color lock of hair out of his face. He didn't even move, hsi breathing didn't change. He was still so peacefully asleep. She stood walking over to the window. She was afraid for the future, scared of what it meant now that her secrets were out. Now that she had declared war. She didn't want anyone else getting hurt. She was staring out th

Author's POV The night was cool and peaceful, and the only sounds being heard was from nature and the busy roads of Los Angeles. Nora was in the room she had woken up in. She was sitting on the bed and looking up to the ceiling since she couldn't sleep a wink.

Waking up, I realize the reason. I hear the phone ringing on the other side of the room and slip out from under the covers to answer it. Immediately wishing that I hadn't gone to sleep without putting on a nightgown, I shiver while grabbing the phone. Retrieving it, I retreat to the warmth of the covers and look at who called. Nora, a neighbor that quickly became a close friend of mine just after we moved in. She is 30 and works for Brad's company, as a secretary.

Merrick, acknowledging their request, gestured with his hands and gave them the go-ahead, reclining in his chair. Officer Johnson turned his attention towards Nora, followed suit by Officer Smith, Officer Noah, and Alice. The room seemed to hold its breath as Officer Johnson posed his inquiry, inquiring about the events of the previous night that prevented Nora from returning home to her children and best friend. Nora's voice held a hint of weariness as she recounted the events, her eyes darting between the officers and Alice. She explained that while diligently working in the storeroom on files assigned to her by her boss, she had lost track of time. Determined to make significant progress,

Slowly, Rafael pushed himself upright against the couch before his gaze shifted toward the chair near the fireplace and he froze at the sight. Nora was asleep there. She was curled slightly beneath one of the blankets sometime during the night, her head rested against the side of the chair while soft morning light illuminated her face. Her hair had partially fallen loose around her shoulders and despite how uncomfortable the position looked, exhaustion had clearly dragged her fully asleep.

Zanvil woke up because his phone continued ringing. He groaned when he felt his head spinning. He knew it was because of a hangover. He shouldn't have drank so much but it was because of his best friend Nathan. He was drinking his sorrows away with him and now it's time to repay with a bloody hangover. When he turned around he almost jumped out of the bed. Nora was sleeping peacefully beside him and to his utter horror she was naked. The blanket barely covering her chest. She was looking so beautiful like an angel. When he looked at himself he found himself naked too.

The city slept under a sheet of cold rain, and Viremont’s neon lights looked like dying stars bleeding into puddles. Nora stood by the cracked window of Kael’s apartment, watching the droplets race each other down the glass. Her reflection looked hollow — dark eyes, tired mouth, the faint line of a scar just below her jaw. The mark of survival. The mark of everything she’d lost and everything she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep. Behind her, the clock ticked quietly. Kael was asleep on the couch, one arm thrown over his face, gun still within reach. His chest rose and fell in the rhythm of exhaustion, but Nora could tell his sleep was shallow. None of them truly rested anymore.