Nora Roberts: Kindle Books Novels & Stories

“My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?” Jaime froze. She had not expected me to speak to her like that. Her face turned pale, yet she continued to question me. “What about the leukemia? How did I not know you had this disease…” “Didn’t you think I was pretending?” I lowered the book in my hand and met her eyes.

Her fingers trembled from the rage. "I won’t stay silent. You will lose everything like I did. And when that happens, I’ll be standing on the ruins of your life... holding the hand of the man you love the most." Nora smiled in satisfaction at her reflection, then picked up the tablet from the table. She opened secret files from the Castillo project, taking note of every weak spot she could sabotage from within. "The next step is ready. Sleep tight tonight, Rebecca. Because tomorrow, your life starts to fall apart."

The rogue was messing with my head and I'd be damned if I'd allow it. "Silas? Are you alright?" Nora called out to me just as I slammed shut the pack house and I nodded. "What book did your rogue take out of my library?" I asked abruptly and I could see Nora was surprised by my tone. "That was days ago Silas, can you let that go? She just wanted to have something to read." She explained to me. "And yet I found her at the werewolves' history section?" I pointed out. I knew the rogue was up to something and I was going to bid my time and prove it but what I couldn't understand was why Asher and Nora trusted her so wholly.

“You and the book nerd looked pretty cozy.” Otto’s jaw tightened. He slipped the card into his pocket before turning to face his friend. “Her name is Nora, and she’s a bestselling author now. You might want to show some respect.” Luke blinked, taken aback by Otto’s sharp tone. “Whoa, easy. I was just asking.” “Well, now you know.” Otto drained his whiskey and set the glass down with more force than necessary. “And for the record, I always thought she was smart as hell. That’s more than I can say for some people.”

"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.

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, 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."

Settling on making a quick omelet, I gathered eggs, cheese, and some leftover vegetables. As I whisked the eggs, my mind wandered back to the past couple of days. I wondered if Grace was asleep right now, or sitting up feeling scared and lonely. Tomorrow, I would prepare a meal for her, I decided. And maybe bring her a few of those books I had purchased. “Midnight snack, Kayla?” I jumped at the sound of the voice, nearly dropping the bowl. Turning, I saw Nora leaning casually against the doorway, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a silk robe that accentuated her slim figure.

He had a rather calm composure compared to his brothers. I pulled out a random book. Born in Fire by Nora Roberts. A romance novel didn't sound bad. “Guess you will be keeping me company today, Nora.” I whispered, leaving the library with the book, and walked back to my room. I was barely on the tenth page of the book when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was a call from my therapist. A small smile tugged at my lips as I answered the call.

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"