Nora Ephron Novel Novels & Stories

By the time they got to the office, there were a lot of comments and mentions about the Crawford family's connection to the new Elegance and Style CEO. Nora stepped out of the car and walked over to the elevator in a hurry. "Good day, ma'am," Anita said as Nora passed by her towards Nathan's door. "Nathan, did you see the new…?" Nora said, trailing off at the sight before her. "Yes, I did," Nathan muttered before she could finish talking. "Why do you look so calm?" Nora asked. "Did you run down here?" Nathan asked instead, his eyes concentrating on what he was doing without looking up.

“They’re still working on it, but it seems like someone else is trying to push the story forward, and the interview is a big scandal. It’s ‘the cracks in the perfect façade,’ as the media calls it, and netizens are eating it up.” The phrase- cracks in the perfect façade – hit Ethan hard as it echoed the destructive headlines from years ago. He felt the familiar feeling of incompetence, a cold knot of dread tightening in his stomach, the exact sensation he’d experienced the first time Nora’s career had been threatened by outside forces and he hadn’t been able to do much to help. The fissure had happened about five years ago. The Unread Letter – Nora’s second novel, the one that had establishe

Sophia Six months later, the city feels like a different place. Or maybe it’s just me. The book sits heavy in my lap, its cover glossy, my name embossed in silver letters. Glass Houses: The Rise and Fall of Elena Vasquez. It feels strange, holding the story of the last year in my hands, bound and permanent, when so much of it felt like smoke and mirrors at the time. It’s called a bestseller now and award committees whisper my name. But all I can think about is how Marrin trembled on the stand, how Herbert sweated through his wire, how Elena smiled as if the walls were collapsing around someone else.

“I just wanted to check in. How are you feeling today?” Nora pulled a blanket across her lap like armor. “Oh, I feel fantastic, Doctor. Just peachy. Unemployed. Bored. And officially betrayed. Thanks for asking.” Faith hummed. “I take it Noah gave you enough time to rest?” “Enough time, you say?” Nora scoffed. “Lady, the son of a bitch confiscated my job. Do you know what it feels like to have your CEO barge into your kitchen, play Doctor Daddy, and then pull a power move like you're a child?”

“…Do you think I’ll see him again?” Mrs. Oscar didn’t even look up. “If it’s meant to happen, you will.” Nora sighed. “…God, please don’t let him be someone important.” Nora collapsed onto her bed, dramatic as ever. Her mind replayed the coffee shop disaster on loop. Why did I even touch him? Why did I spill the coffee? And why was he so… hot while being absolutely terrifying? Her phone buzzed. Max. She groaned. “Of course.” “Hello?” she said, trying to sound casual.

she said, forcing herself to meet Anna’s gaze. Anna arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Who goes to grab a snack at one in the morning? Huh? Speak up.” “Why are you questioning me like this?” Nora snapped defensively, trying to regain her composure. “It’s not like I’m a criminal or that I’ve done something wrong.” “Speak up, Nora,” Anna replied, her tone growing firmer. “Don’t make me lose my cool.” Nora let out a tense breath, her hands trembling slightly. “Well… I had cravings, okay? So, I went to get a snack.”

Nora’s POV Rain hammered softly against my windows while I sat alone inside my chambers attempting to read one of the books Elena had brought earlier. The words blurred together uselessly because my thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. To Rafael again. I couldn't get that man out of my head. Without knowing it, I had started thinking about him more than I would like to admit, he was taking over my every thoughts. I groaned softly under my breath before shutting the book completely. This needed to stop. I was supposed to be gathering information. Instead, lately I spent more time noticing the way Rafael looked at me whenever he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

Her phone buzzed. James: Busy today? Her fingers hovered over the screen. She typed. Deleted. Typed again. Nora: Yeah. Just catching up on stuff. The reply came too quickly. James: You didn’t tell me. Her stomach twisted. Nora: I didn’t think I needed to. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then: James: Since when? Her pulse spiked. She locked her phone and slid it into her bag, hands shaking. Around her, pages turned. Pens scratched paper. Life went on like her world wasn’t quietly cracking open.

Skylar lowered her eyes modestly, although the pleased curve of her mouth betrayed her. “If that happens, I wouldn't mind,” Eleanor continued, turning toward Skylar. “Skylar has always been perfect for Arlo. A simple mistake she did shouldn't be a problem.” Nora genuinely felt like throwing up. It all felt suffocating, and she didn't want to hear the next few words that Eleanor had to say. “I need some air,” she said, pulling her hand away. “Nora, wait.” But she had already bolted. She didn't want to stop. She didn't need to.

Of course I do. She told me weeks ago. That she liked Ezra. And I—I went and wrecked that with this charade, didn’t I? Nora exhales, her shoulders dropping. She forces a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I know,” she says with a light chuckle. “I guess I’m just… going to wait for another CEO to be transferred. I want to experience the cliché CEO and secretary relationship.” It pulls a sad laugh out of me. She’s trying. We’re both trying. Trying to keep this civil, trying to hold ourselves together, trying not to spiral in the same damn building where everything keeps falling apart.