Nora Roberts: Kindle Books Novels & Stories

I vaguely heard Brenda asking them about someone named Ciara I think, I just ignored them and kept my eyes fixed on the prize. What prize you may ask because we both know you wanna know so I for one don't like being in suspense so I wouldn't want to keep you in suspense either. The prize in question was a glass bookshelf filled with lots of books—I could already see Nora Roberts, Karen Morning, and lots of my favorite authors' stories on the shelf. My feet moved towards them. I wanted to feel the books. I craved the scent of new books and oh sweet Lord they had a hammock installed in the house right beside the bookshelf!

Nora wanders over to the table. “What are you looking for?” She asked, sitting down at the opposite side of the table. “Answers.” He muttered. “Same.” Nora sighed looking over the books. Jace kinda smirked at the answer she gave. He picked up a book and passed it to her. She looked at it carefully before taking it. “Here it's all about werewolves and hunters. You might get some answers while I try to figure out my own problems.” Jace said softly.

"They really treat you that badly?" "Worse," Nora muttered, looking down at her hands. But she quickly shook her head, forcing the sad look away. "Anyway, I am not going to ruin a good day by complaining about the Alphas. Besides languages, what else do you do for fun?" "I read," Clara answered, gesturing toward the massive shelves lining the walls. "A lot. Mostly dark romance and mafia thrillers. Anything with a ton of drama and people making terrible decisions." "Shut up," Nora laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot tw

Isabella sat down on the couch in the fields of the palace, flipping through the pages of a novel which she had ordered from the palace library, when Elizabeth joined here. This was the only time Isabella felt relived and happy to speak to someone, her sisters where rarely around her , they preferred attending functions outside the palace. She most times had reading sections with Elizabeth whenever they met. " What book are you reading? ", Elizabeth asked sitting next to her. " Just a novel", Isabella replied, quickly shoveling the book aside. It was a book on mind readers and how they could practice some spells to help them read the minds of those with dark powers.

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

No one else could have slipped through the protective wards without triggering alarms, but Nora had always been the exception not just to the rules of this place, but to every carefully constructed belief I had once held. She stood with her back to me, half-illuminated by the glow of a floating orb light hovering near her shoulder. Books were scattered across the long table in front of her, some open, others sealed with ancient wax and forgotten sigils. Her fingers trembled as she traced the faded ink of a map. Her eyes, when she glanced up at my approach, were sharp, wary, and far too tired. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” she said without preamble, like I was just another problem she

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

“It’s not.” There was a beat. Then another. When she didn’t continue, I scowled. “What are you not telling me?” Nora bit the inside of her cheek, like she was measuring how much she could get away with sharing with me. Then she dug around in her satchel before pulling out an old, leather-bound book. The binding was worn and cracking, and the cover was faded with the crest of House Aurelian. She opened it carefully and turned the pages with a brittle whisper before pausing.

KAYA “Hi Mrs Norton.” Nora knocked on the front door. When there was no answer she turned to me. “She has OCD so things are done a bit differently." “Isn't that like being obsessed with cleaning or things like that?" She shook her head. “No, it means this.” She raised her hand to knock again. “Hi Mrs Norton." And again. “Hi Mrs Norton.” The door suddenly opened and an elderly woman stood in the doorway. Her bright orange hair caught my eyes first, contrastes by her beautiful green eyes.

“You’re not stupid either so why did you bring me here? You know what Darian will do if he finds out that we've talked. Anyone who could do me well won't breathe for long in this palace,” Nora walked over to the bed and grabbed a book from under her pillow. She scoffed as she walked it over and handed it to me, the first thing I noticed was the wilting cover and the torn spine. “My mom gave this to me when I was a child. It was after the war, the royal guard had slaughtered most rogues and those of us that were left had to find a way to survive with the small numbers we had. She said to me that whenever life gets a little scary or sad, I should read this and that I will go somewhere else for