Nora Roberts Identity Novels & Stories

Nicholas "Nora Smith and Marya Sanders are the same person," I whispered, the reality of the matter sinking in while my body unfroze. Instead, my fingers began shaking as waves of shock ran through me with such uncontrollable intensity. "And she is no doubt using her stepson to eliminate Eliana. She is behind it all," Allan added, while my eyes remained glued on the impostor my brother had married. How was he going to deal with it? How would he survive such a fucking painful revelation? I could relate given what Brittany did to me, but while I was young and stupid, Rob was mature and in love with Nora.

People were already moving in and out of the entrance at the bottom, staff with badges and coffees, security in dark uniforms. I sat there and tried to match this building with the woman who packed my lunches, but I couldn't do it. I kept splitting them into two separate people in my head. Nora from Willow Creek, quiet, aproned, invisible. And Nora Hamilton from the news screens, cold-eyed, suited, untouchable. My brain refused to put them in the same body, although they were the same person. They had always been the same person. I had just never looked closely enough to see it.

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."

“Her name is Nora. Thirty-eight years old. She works as a manager at the Bamford headquarters in Paris… where Mr. Bamford is based.” He hesitated. “That’s all?” Rosa asked flatly, her disapproval clear. “Well, that’s all the surface-level info anyone in the office would spill. So... I did some digging.” “And?” she pushed, already knowing she wouldn’t like the answer. “It turns out her full name is Nora Danyon. She was married once with two kids. Ten years ago, she was involved in a fatal accident that took her entire family. She was the only survivor.” “Wait—” Rosa shot up from her chair and began pacing, fingers tapping against her lips. “Danyon? Why the hell does that name sound familiar t

Then, with more conviction, "I am not Patricia." A sharp silence fell over the room. Robert turned away from me, running a hand through his hair. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained anger rippling through him. "My real name is Nora Stevenson," I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64."

Paul turned toward Nora, who smiled at the two couples on the couch. "It's nice to meet you. I promise Jon will not get out. I will do everything in my power to keep you from having to testify against him. With all the evidence, it shouldn't be necessary unless you want to." Nora held her hand out to each person as she spoke. Natalia immediately liked her. She was short, probably no more than five foot two, with short blonde hair cut in a pixie cut. As cute as she was, Natalia could tell she was all business and could command a room. She smiled at her.

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

Her hand tightens on the gun in her hand and I breathe out a shaky sigh. “Wow,” Nora sounds really disgusted. “Zackery isn’t married, but Louis was,” I add. “Shut the f*ck up!” She yells as she fires her weapon. Luckily, it is not at my head, but at the ceiling. If Nora thinks that I wouldn’t have done a background check on her after she had told me that Violet was alive, then she is as stupid as a mule. Her name is Nora Ross, a grandmaster for our branch in Nigeria.

Chapter 2: An opportunity She finally stood up from the ground, looked around, and then left. Her name is Nora Remington, a lady of 24 years old with Emerald eyes and brown hair, she is from Fresno in California. Nora's flight time it's the same as Kieran but she decided to smell the environment of Fresno once before finally leaving for New York to start a new life. She has a friend who lives in New York and is ready to find a job for Nora.

‎Elena’s POV ‎I pulled up to Nora’s apartment, my beat-up sedan looking out of place on her rough street. Her call had come out of nowhere, her voice tight, trying to sound casual. A gala? A Vivienne Caldron gown? I’d known Nora forever, and she wasn’t the type for fancy events or designer dresses. Something was off, and it wasn’t just Elias’s overdose or her vague answers about this “anonymous rich guy.” Ever since she called Mikhail Romanov, our boss, to find her brother, my suspicions had been growing. Nora was hiding something big, and now this gala and that insane dress? I wasn’t leaving without answers.