Nightwork Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

The last fluorescent bank clicked off at 8:02 p.m. Nora remained in the rare-book room, seated at the long oak table beneath the mezzanine, a first-edition folio open in front of her. The graduate reading lights were still on, throwing warm pools across the dark wood. She had stayed late every Thursday for six weeks. Tonight was no different—except that the main doors had already been locked and she had not moved.

Nora. I didn’t sleep at all that night after leaving Ryder’s room. Tiny flames seemed to lick at my pussy, making it throb and ache unbearably. I lay on my back in the dark, heart racing, yanked my nightdress up to my waist, and slid my hand down to my soaked folds. My fingers found my swollen clit instantly, slippery and begging for attention. I rubbed it in tight, frantic circles, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly.

I can’t stand the brightness coming from the windows. "Ugh. Can someone close the window? My eyes hurt." I hear footsteps in a hurry, and a few minutes later, the room is dark again. Looking up, I see some maids pacing back and forth in my room. They’re wearing maid’s uniforms, but I can smell their unique scent. They all belong to The Nightreapers Pack. "Good morning, Miss Alicia." A lady in her early twenties greets me in a quiet voice. "My name’s Nora, and I will be your personal maid along with these two," Nora introduces, nudging the others to do the same.

Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

POV Kitty Cash and Locke guided me back down to our room quietly. We didn't want to risk being overheard. We finally got to the door and the guards parted for us as Locke typed in the code. "I need this code changed tonight. We've had some new developments and Nick is no longer allowed in this room or near any of the witches. He knew the old code so have someone switch it as soon as possible and inform me of the new one." Locke commanded one of the guards as we walked in.

As he got to the door he turned and looked at her and uttered his favourite line, "I won't be coming home tonight, don't wait up" Nora knew he would be lodging at home one of his hotels tonight and she knew he won't be sleeping alone. He had a long queue of girls of all colours, heights and shapes. All Alexander needed to do was bait an eye and they would come running. She decided that he wouldn't come back in the morning to meet her. Nora had walked into the kitchen ignoring the chef that was busy making dinner, she took out a knife from the knife stand and walked back to her room. She had taken great care to prepare herself. She donned her silk long lilac nightgown, she brushed her hair, w

With a simple nod, Nora shivers as she enters the house, changing her clothes before heading to her place on the couch. Nova heard the familiar soft deep breathing and knew that her sister had fallen asleep. She also knew what would soon follow. She watches the shaking, tossing and turning from afar from the corner of her eyes and slowly sits up on the couch. 'The nightmares are bothering her again.' She thinks sadly as she looks out of the window at the light drizzle of the rain. She observes the dirty black street, full of trash making titter tatter sounds as the rain makes contact with plastic. The run down conditions of other houses made it quite a somber place to live in.

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]