Nora Mercer Novels & Stories

Nico cast him a brief tentative side glance, then turned his gaze back to the screen. “Possibly a woman with access to a staff uniform, the map of the house, has been down in the dungeon a lot of times. Someone with enough sense to stay off the main run. Someone who knows all the blindspots to avoid being detected by the cameras. A woman who has backup,” he said. He tapped the stiletto flash on the upper camera. “And crimson heels.” “Marena,” Nero said, softly, as if testing the taste of the name. Nico straightened and turned to him. “The shoes. You remember them. Don't you?”

The last time we sat this close, I was still calling her "Cassie" "Ms. Price," I said. "Are you aware of the position you're applying for?" The role in question was secretary to the general manager at Thompson Group's branch office—the former Price Corporation. Cassandra was still unable to control her emotions well. At my deliberate provocation, her eyes instantly welled up. I thought she would burst out crying within three seconds. Still, Cassandra was silent for two full minutes. She didn't cry at all. "Of course I do," she replied. "No one understands this company better than I do. You should be well aware of that, Mr. Thompson."

Julian asked, hope flaring in his eyes. "She has my card," I said, staring at the taillights fading on the screen. "And if Grant is as desperate as I think he is, she’s going to use it sooner than she thinks." I didn't tell them the other part. I didn't tell them that if she didn't call by midnight, I was going in to get her anyway. To hell with the plan. She was ours. And no one—not a Senator’s son, not the Russian mob, not even Ivy herself, was going to keep the Mercers from collecting what was owed.

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said Mercer. Lena didn't move. Noah shifted infinitesimally in front of her, tense. "We're in good standing." Mercer glanced at him, amused. "Protective, aren't you?" He returned his attention to Lena. "He actually did risk his life for you, you know." Lena clenched her fists. "What do you want?" Mercer's smile increased. "To the point. Good." He leaned against the table. "I wanted to meet the woman who nearly toppled Damien's operation single-handedly overnight."

“Let them come.” The first mercenary lunged out of the dark, dragonsteel blade catching the sickly light. I met him head-on, claws ripping into his chest before he could land the strike. His blood splattered hot across the cavern wall, and I barely had time to tear free before another swung for my ribs. Fire burst past me, slamming into the bastard’s chest and setting his armor ablaze. He screamed, the sound cut short when I drove my claws through his throat. I glanced back. Nora stood rigid, her palms glowing, her dragon spilling light into the cavern. Her lips were parted, her chest rising fast, but her eyes were sharp, furious, alive. Her fire scorched the tunnel walls, licking shadows ba

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”

She couldn’t see who had entered, but she assumed it was Julian. She quickly said, “Mr. Mercer, you came to see me. I knew you still care about me. I know you’re going to get married and that I’m not worthy of you, but I truly love you. I’ve thought about it carefully. Even if I don’t get any title, I’m willing to stay by your side.” Nora poured out everything in her heart, hoping her words would move Julian. But the man who had entered wasn’t Julian. Duncan appeared before her, and his features quickly became clear to her.

Tavian Veyr owns a shipping empire, commands Bellacosta’s most feared crime family, and can buy almost anything except the feeling that he deserves to exist. Since witnessing his mother’s murder as a boy, he has lived by one conviction: everyone he loves becomes someone he fails. Then Ilyra Vale walks into his abandoned conservatory and tells him his roof is falling apart. A gifted art conservator with little patience for powerful men, Ilyra is hired to restore the last place Tavian remembers his mother alive. Their uneasy partnership becomes a refuge neither expected. Through arguments, quiet meals, and memories uncovered beneath damaged paint, Tavian begins imagining a life beyond th

"A structure like that doesn't need to be overthrown. You just have to stop feeding it, and it collapses under its own arrogance." Nora stood a few feet away, leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter with her arms folded comfortably over her chest. She wore a heavy cream-colored wool sweater and dark trousers, her hair loose and falling in soft waves past her shoulders. She watched the distant horizon with a quiet, profound sense of closure. "And what happens to the valley now?" Nora asked, turning her gaze from the window to look at Marcus. "With the high council gone, who fills the vacuum?"