Nora Roberts Identity Novels & Stories

"It’s been years. Don’t you think it’s time to let go of the past?" Nora said nothing, her gaze shifting back to the book. She traced the lines with her eyes as though searching for answers within her own creation. "Who I truly am?" she murmured, almost to herself. "Yes," Bridget said, her voice quieter now. "Who Master Elara Voss really is. The woman who has spent her life in the shadows, hiding behind her work, rarely stepping out into the world. The talented woman everyone adores." The name hung in the air like a ghost, distant and familiar all at once.

"You are so dumb! When did I ever tell you that Robert is Luka's? I would never carry the cub of that disgusting weakling. For your information, he's Darren's!" "What! What!" I exclaimed, clutching my head again. Robert wasn't my brother? He was the child of this murderer? How could that be? How come my father didn't... "You lie, Nora! If Robert isn't my father's child, how come he didn't sense it? How come you lived with us for years without him suspecting?" I shouted, pointing at her. Nora chuckled. "There's always a way around these things. Tell me, would you have believed if anyone told you six years ago that a clone would take your place and deceive your subjects without them noticing a

Marcy was about to scroll to the next photo, but Nora snatched her phone away. "There are a few more photos, but there is no clear one that would show the girl's face. Photos show her as a petite female with light brown hair, but her face is either obstructed by Alpha Drake, or by the people around them.", Nora explained. "I'm trying to find out if any of my contacts were there and if they know who she is." "Out of all the women swarming around Alpha Drake, why is this one important?"

“I can’t sleep because of you and I am always on the edge.” Slowly, a person stepped out from the corner. A woman, her face etched with worry and fatigue, stepped further out from the shadows. She looked haggard, her eyes filled with a desperate intensity. “I’m sorry,” The unknown woman spoke, “I did not mean to scare you.” Florence blinked and asked cautiously, “Who… Who are you?” “I am Nora,” She introduced herself, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes, dark and hollow, reflected the weight of her troubles. “I don’t think you know, but I was Oscar’s first wife.”

Nothing on her face except the specific thing she did when she was trying very hard not to have a face. His name was James Okafor. Neurosurgeon. They'd been on the same conference panel three months ago. I found this out not from Nora but from my mother, who found everything out. "Three months," I said. "She wanted to be sure first," my mother said. At the kitchen sink, both of us washing up while the others were elsewhere. "Nora wanting to be sure. Groundbreaking." My mother handed me a bowl. "She came to me last month. Asked how you knew."

Nora declined to answer, but the next morning when Vic checked her email she found Nora had sent her another picture. Curious, she opened it and almost gasped. It was a full length picture of Nora. The outfit turned out to be a black teddy. Nora was wearing it with a pair of black heels, Her back was to the camera and she was looking over her shoulder with a grin, her hands on her hips. Vic nagged her memory for a moment about the familiar pose until she saw the caption. It said "My Betty Grable Pose".

"Simply put, Nora was a slave that she bought on the dark web! Nora listened to everything she said. Not only that, but she's also thinking of buying a middle-aged woman who looks like Laura Jensen!" Avery's ankles went weak when she heard those words.

“Are you sure you’re actually a CIA agent? Because you sound more like a mob boss.” Nora smirked, leaning back with the kind of confidence that could make anyone believe she was the main character in some high-stakes thriller. “Baby girl,” she said, her voice dropping into a mock-serious tone, “I don’t just gather intelligence… I make things happen. You need someone tailed? Done. You want every dirty little secret exposed? Consider it handled. And if you need someone to disappear…” She paused, her eyebrow arching in a way that was both playful and unsettling. “Well, let’s just say I’ve got connections.” I stared at her, my eyes wide, before I burst out laughing. “You’ve been watching too man

“Joseph, what are you planning? What do you mean by having your lawyer say those things to me? Do you think fake medical records and a fake death certificate will make me feel sorry for you? I’m telling you, the more you do this, the more I despise you. Where are you? Get back here right now.” I expected her reaction. I lowered my gaze and spoke calmly. “They aren’t fake. The medical record is real, and my mother died for real. She died at home because she had no miracle drug for a month, and I didn’t even see her before she passed. I have advanced leukemia, and the hospital that diagnosed me is in the city center. If you don’t believe me, you can send someone to check. My only request now i

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.