Nora Roberts Identity Novels & Stories

The day before, she'd asked Miles for the home address of Vivian's body double, and today she intended to pay her a visit in person. Stepping out of the elevator, a sharp, polished woman was already waiting to greet her. Miles's assistant, efficient as ever. "Attorney Cortland mentioned you're going by a different name these days I'll call you Miss Amanda from here on, if that works for you." Since leaving Meridian City, Nora had scrubbed her old identity clean. These days, professionally, she was simply Amanda. "Miss Amanda" suited her just fine. The assistant handed over a set of car keys. "Mr. Cortland wanted you to have this for the day."

The woman stopped us, cutting us off like a relentless pest. "Let's get to know each other! I'm Nora Wilkinson, and I'm an investor. How about we exchange numbers, handsome?" Nathan frowned, disgust coloring his face. I shielded him and fixed Nora with an icy look. "Move." "Hey, you're a feisty young lady, aren't you?" Nora appraised me from head to toe, her gaze disdainful. "Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you speak to me that way?"

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

The voice sounds familiar, her heart pounding against her ribs. Then, out of the shadows, a figure forthcome. Nora gasped for air, stumbling back into the chair she was tied to. It was a woman, dressed in torn robes, her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. Her face was half-hidden by shadows, but there was something so familiar about her. The woman took a slow step towards her. “Nora,” she murmured. Nora’s breath was heavy. “W..Who are you?” The woman brought her head closer, a strange, knowing smile playing on her lips.

I blushed, but nodded, allowing her to take the pictures. Nicholas explained that Emma was a photographer. She seemed to have a real passion for it. Suddenly, another figure approached. A striking woman with raven-black hair and dark eyes. “Nora,” Nicholas said. “This is Kayla.” Nora looked me up and down. “So, you’re the new Luna,” she said flatly. “Nora is the daughter of the previous gamma,” Nicholas explained. “Nice to meet you,” I said, extending a hand.

“Any news about Nora?” Liam nodded slowly. “Nora has left the city. From my team’s investigation, she was helped by her mother. They’re hiding in a small town up north. Alice forged Nora’s identity… even changed her appearance.” “Oh God… Nora went that far…” “Not just far, she knows she’s being hunted. I’ve already spread her name and photo to the media. I made it viral. ‘Nora Ariana, a famous actress involved in kidnapping and attempted murder.’ The entertainment world is starting to react.”

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

She no longer had the graceful glide of a socialite, but the heavy, deliberate tread of a soldier. When she reached the executive floor, Nora was there, standing by the window with a glass of wine. Her face was etched with the exhaustion of a thousand secrets. "How did it go?" Nora asked, searching Robbin’s face for the partner she knew—the one who felt too much. Robbin looked at her. For the first time, Nora felt a flicker of something terrifying. The woman standing there had Robbin’s face, but the soul behind the eyes was a stranger. The Alter had never been out when Nora was there; she had always retreated before they could meet.

I say, in a quiet and obedient way, "I don't see any reason to say no. I am usually less busy than the other maids, if that is okay with you, Madam Lea." Nora's posture relaxes. She turns to her daughter-in-law, raising one perfectly arched silver eyebrow. "Well, Lea? Is it a problem?" Lea's knuckles turn white. She forces a smile so tight it looks painful. "If she is what you want, Nora, then of course. Why not?" Lea spins on her heel and marches out of the room. Nora doesn't take no for an answer. She never has. Looking at her reminds me of how this entire nightmare started. Before the crash, before the amnesia, I was Tara Smith—a rising fashion consultant in LA.

Nora asked, as she rushed up to the hospital bed to meet me. Nora wore a pink dress that fell past her knees; it was a loose-fitting dress, featuring a pair of black shoes. She was carrying a brown bag and also wearing a brown pair of slippers. Her long brown hair was styled into a ponytail, as she was a chubby, brown-skinned girl of 17. "Nora," I wiped off my tears, my heart aching painfully after learning that Alpha Xander and Quincy had been intimate. 'What am I expecting of them?'