Nora Roberts Identity Novels & Stories

Nora appeared at the bedroom door carrying a small cloth bag. “Water,” she whispered. “Cash. A spare phone with one number in it.” “Whose number?” “Someone Margaret Sloan trusts. A lawyer. He can reach people who will not speak to Mason.” Daphne took the bag. Nora looked at her stomach. “You should not be doing this.” “Neither should Lila.” The housekeeper’s eyes filled. “I am coming with you.” “No.” “Daphne—” “You have helped me enough. If Mason learns you were involved—”

That was my first clue. Beautiful in that polished way that takes real effort to pull off... dark blazer, perfect hair, jewellery that hit exactly the right note between casual and serious. Her smile arrived first, warm and open, right up until I looked closely enough to notice that her eyes were doing something completely different. Calculating. Filing. "Scarlett Voss." She said my name like she'd been expecting me. "I'm Nora. I handle media operations for the Wolves." "Good to meet you," I said.

Luca walked in, flanked by a woman I hadn’t seen before. Tall. Built. Sharp eyes. She looked like she could break someone’s neck in one move and still walk off like nothing happened. Her hair was tied back, not a strand out of place. And the moment our eyes met—there was tension. Thick. Cold. Unspoken. Zarek noticed. “This is Nora,” he said, walking over to stand beside her. “She’s one of our top warriors. From today, she’ll be guarding you.” I tilted my head. “Guarding me?”

“You don’t have to go anywhere, she is in the mansion - one of the house helps.” “Is it Karen?”Jay’s eyes widen as he exclaims and continues to ask, “Or is it Ellen?” Terry scoffs anxiously, he declares, “What the fuck, no! Her name is Nora - the gardener’s daughter. She joined recently -” Upon hearing this, the look on Jay Nashville’s face changes and turns into a dull expression. He quickly hides it by batting his eyelashes and twitching his lips, “So, her name is Nora.” Realizing that he has heard this name before and he is aware of who she really is. That young girl is not only beautiful but also very sexy too. Knowing that his elder brother is also interested in her, he assumes that he

He wasn’t in the mood for games. The woman tilted her head, an amused smirk forming on her lips. "I thought I made that clear over the phone," she said. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight of confidence. "You want Audrey, don’t you?" Frank said nothing, his silence an invitation for her to continue. She took a slow step toward him, her boots clicking softly against the concrete floor. "Well, your situation and mine aren’t so different," she said, her tone measured. "My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out."

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

She is always trailing behind Boba girl and doing what she wants. But what did she want with her? "Sorry did I scare you, Ohh my...I thought to follow you to the shelf you're working on, so we can start from there." She explained when she saw Areena confused. "Ohh," Areena said letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I'm Nora by the way." "Nora Crimson." She added pulling her hand out to shake. "I'm... Ahh... Areena Mayer" If it feels odd, nobody wants to know about her. So she doesn't know how this works.

"What I want to know is how you can think about all these. Your thoughts process, everything," Nora closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them to reveal her dark green orbs that concealed pure despite. "Because I should know it, obviously. That's what I do. I do computers and logical thinking. I can't say that for most of the men you call your aides." Quentin and Four openly glared at her and she smiled at each of them. Perverted lots. Pretenders. "Nora." Walter's voice was testing. "Yes, darling?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ", I already explained what happened. I don't know what else you want me to do."

She seemed to have been on her laptop, with an empty cup of coffee just beside it on the table. She sits on the edge of the bed, facing me. The same configuration as Gareth in his hospital room, which I don't think is a coincidence. She is positioning herself as the one being questioned. Owning it before I have to establish it. "Rosamund found the Declan payments," I say. "I expected she would," Nora says. "Why Declan?" "I needed eyes inside her operation," she says. "Not to harm her. To know when she was moving toward me." She says honestly with a very straight face.

It was surprising how she wasn’t trying to talk down on me… Celeste had before. "I don't know what you think you know," she said, her voice steady, but Ican't help you." "Celeste… You know who I am," I said quietly. "You know I've been raising Elara for twenty-three years, believing she was my own. But there's a young woman named Nora, who grew up in an orphanage believing she had no family at all." I held her gaze. "I need to know if those two things are connected, Celeste. I need to know if you know something about it."