Nora Kelly Series Novels & Stories

Nora appeared at the bedroom door carrying a small cloth bag. “Water,” she whispered. “Cash. A spare phone with one number in it.” “Whose number?” “Someone Margaret Sloan trusts. A lawyer. He can reach people who will not speak to Mason.” Daphne took the bag. Nora looked at her stomach. “You should not be doing this.” “Neither should Lila.” The housekeeper’s eyes filled. “I am coming with you.” “No.” “Daphne—” “You have helped me enough. If Mason learns you were involved—”

"Whatever she's planning, it happens in the next four days." I looked at the kitchen around me. Cam at his laptop. My father's coffee going cold. Outside, Seattle moving through its morning. "Come home," I said. "Tomorrow morning," he said. "Renner goes to oversight custody tonight." "Tomorrow morning," I agreed. I hung up. Looked at Cam. "A woman named Nora," I said. "British, Hunter-line, significant personal wealth. She's been running this from behind the ideology." Cam was already typing.

Surprise flickered on their faces, but they bowed quickly, whispering among themselves. I didn’t waste time. I went straight to the senior doctor. “Nora Den, Where is she?” She hesitated, then guard me toward a wing I knew all too well. My eyes narrowed. “You’re joking,” I said. “That’s the Alpha ward. The highest rank rooms in the building. My family’s ward.” I gave a short, humorless laugh. “What hallucinations and misplaced grace landed Nora in there?” The doctor repeated the name, calm and certain. “Yes, Alpha. Nora Den. She’s in that room.”

Then a last sentence: “Nora lives.”

When Cleo heard how it ended, she stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the sun drop below the horizon. A quiet calm settled over her. The nightmare that held her for years was finally gone. Rory slipped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin against her hair. His voice kept that rough edge, but it was warm. "People get what's coming. From now on, I'll take care of you." Time moved easy. Cleo and Rory grew closer. They traveled, chasing freedom, falling deeper into each other. They thought the storms were over. No one expected Nora—forgotten, broken, tossed aside somewhere dark—was planning one last revenge.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Nora delicately lifted the porcelain teacup to her lips, savoring the warmth of the herbal infusion. Her eyes flickered towards Nina, who sat across from her. The subtle shifts in Nina’s demeanor did not escape Nora’s notice. It looked like the walls Nina had built around herself were gradually giving way. She opened her mouth wanting to say something but did not know where to begin, “Is there something on your mind?” Nina inquired. With a contemplative sigh, Nora placed her teacup on the small table between them. She chose her words carefully. “I’m returning to Kingstown,” Nora revealed. “My mom wants me to take over the company.”

If they all get killed he could go back to rogue life. “Find something to do.” Ronan order Kai and Jason, as he leaned back against an oak tree. Nora rushed out of the office door heading for the stairs. She needed to make sure her daughter was okay. Her stomach squeezed inward with fear. Her hand grasped the railing as she used it to steady herself, her feet moving faster then her body. Her mind screaming Mallory as she got to the third floor landing. She rushed to the door, slamming into it as not being able to stop. The door busted open. Mallory jumped back away from the window.

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

He placed one more kiss on my lips before walking out with Ronan, their steps urgent and precise. I turned around and saw Nora smiling at something Rosella was showing her on her phone. Great. She was starting to take away my best friend too. “What’s so funny?” I asked, going back to sit on the barstools near the kitchen counter. “Uhnm, I was just showing Nora this thread about this thriller show,” she said, and I felt a small sense of power at the way she stuttered answering me. Nora loved thrillers. It was half the reason she had such an interestingly violent nature.