Nora Roberts Christmas Books Novels & Stories

Silently, she stowed away the doll, ensuring it would remain a surprise until the perfect moment. Satisfied with her hiding place, Nora descended from the chair and made her way back to her own bed. Slipping under the covers, she gathered Graycen in her arms, brushing strands of hair away from her cute little face, holding her close as they both drifted off to sleep. The smile on Nora's face was undeniable, a reflection of the immense joy and gratitude that filled her heart.

Tinsel and baubles and a star at the top that was slightly crooked and a string of lights that blinked at irregular intervals because Nora had found the setting and refused to change it. "It's a good tree," her mother said. Nora nodded. Settled. Daniel and June came on Christmas Eve. June brought food same as always and Daniel came through the door and Nora said biscuits before he'd even got his coat off and he pulled a packet from his jacket pocket and handed them over and Nora took them with the satisfaction of someone whose expectations have been consistently met. Ray and Marta came Christmas morning. Ray looked better than he had at Nora's birthday. Something had come back into him over

Rosa smiled, her smile fake and distant "Maybe they were listening to our conversation yesterday. About the books, you know, I would love your children to be avid readers” Nicolas's face brightened a little. "Did you finish the one you were reading last night?" He asked taking a sip of his coffee. "Yes. It was beautiful. I really enjoyed it, besides, I am happy with it and with everything. A really good romance book. I never knew you knew how to read books like that." Rosa took a sip of her coffee. "Do you have any other recommendations?" Nicolas sat down across from her. "There's this one about a woman who travels through different worlds. Each world has its own rules and magic. The world a

Standing up and straightening out her robe, she says, "My fun Christmas is sitting on my bed with a huge cup of hot chocolate, watching so many N*****x series, and cuddling with one of my mom's huge knitted sweaters. Some might think of it as a sad and lonely way of spending Christmas. Some might even call me a Grinch, but that wouldn't be fair because I don't ruin anyone's Christmas. But that's just the way I like it. Those days when Christmas was so lively for me, they're gone. Now I just see it as another ordinary day passing by. " "You're aware," Kendrick agrees, "I could say the same thing too, especially when there's not much family to spend it with."

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

I decided to get started on a new book, so I browsed the sections, letting my finger trail through the spine of the books. There were so many conflicting thoughts warring in my head, and the only way to silence them, and shove Ryker and his bipolar self to the far corner of my mind was by plunging myself into a romance novel. I hoped. My fingers skimmed through the books in one section, and I paused when I saw a familiar name. Nora Roberts. I used to pride myself for having read all of her books, but I guess that was a bluff because as I stared at the old book on the shelf, the name didn’t ring a bell.

​In the center of the room, Christina Wilder was sitting in a wingback chair, reading a book titled 'Chapter 174. ​She looked up at Nora, her expression one of mild, professional amusement. ​"They're safe, Nora," Christina said, nodding toward a small door at the back of the library. "I’ve put them in the 'Special Collections' section. But the Algorithm is still looking for a Lead Character to blame for the system crash." ​Christina stood up and handed Nora a final, heavy pen. It wasn't obsidian, and it wasn't red. It was Clear Glass, filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid.

“You’re doing it right this time.” “Yeah,” I said. “No shortcuts.” He clinked his glass to mine. “About damn time.” We spent Christmas at the apartment, with a small tree. Lights strung across the windows. Elise tore into the presents with more enthusiasm than coordination, paper everywhere: a new wooden Thomas train set, stuffed animals from Vivian, and books from Elena. Nadia and I exchanged simple things: she gave me a leather-bound notebook with our initials embossed on the cover; I gave her a thin gold chain with a tiny pendant shaped like the Brooklyn Bridge, because that’s where we’d walked the first night she came back to me.

"Come with me." Her hand moved before her brain could stop it. Her fingers found his warm, dry, calloused in a way that surprised her and he pulled her gently from the path of the elevator as the doors slid shut. "It's Christmas Eve," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I know." He led her down the hall, away from the party, away from everything she understood. "I've got something I want to give you."

she whispered. After 11 weeks, on Christmas Eve, Alice went into labor. She had to have complete bed rest so my niece wouldn't come into the world too soon. According to Manu, the two were climbing the walls, but sex was strictly prohibited after the risk of miscarriage. And they followed all the recommendations exactly, because Alice held on until she was 38 weeks old, when her water broke and she felt the first contractions.