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She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

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"

The man was already trembling, trying to talk his way out of whatever fate awaited him. Nora leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She did not announce her presence immediately. She watched silently what he was going to do with the man next. Finally, she spoke. “Want a hand, Robert?” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. His expression did not change, but she caught the flicker of an emotion. “You should not have followed me here.” “Well, here I am now,” she replied, stepping closer. “And curiosity kills cats.”

Nora nodded. She looked at the door. The frosted glass. The light behind it. She thought about what Rachel had said. Fenn had represented Robert eight years ago. Cross had been running money for eleven. The math put Robert inside Cross's world before Nora had any idea any of it existed. Before the gala, before the diagnosis, before any of it. She'd been a target before she had a reason to be one. She pushed the door open. The room was a conference space, small, one table, four chairs. A woman in her sixties occupied the far end. Silver hair, straight posture, hands folded on the table. No laptop. No papers. Nothing between her and the room except her own composure.

Sa sobrang taas, may mga hagnan para makuha mo 'yung mga nasa itaas. There are a lot of novels there that caught my attention. Ang mga gusto kong basahin, nilalagay ko sa ibabaw ng lamesa. "Cordina's Royal Family by Nora Roberts." binasa ko ang pamagat ng librong hawak ko. "I never thought they'd collect books from New York Best Selling Authors." I told myself. Nakapatong ako ngayon sa hagdan, naghahanap ng libro. I roamed my eyes around the library, until I saw a table with maps.

(Nora’s POV) I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of my new apartment. Outside was the brightest, busiest nightscape in the city—skyscrapers stacked like blades, lights pouring down like a spilled galaxy. The heartbeat of another Pack’s territory. I swirled the red wine in my glass. The dark liquid slid slowly down the bowl, drawing a clean, controlled curve. Behind me, Beta David reported in a low voice. “Nora, the stock prices of Smith Pack and Brown Pack’s companies have hit limit-down several days in a row.”

asks elder Raoul, his eyes shining with mirth. "I don't faint elder." Fenris growls lowly and I can't help but chuckle. He glares at me making me smile, and then allows the elder to enter the cabin. Nora follows behind him and only now do I see her. She always manages to surprise me or maybe it's her habit to spring up from nowhere. A black robe covers her tall and willowy form, her hair flowing behind her. Her brown eyes shine brightly as she smiles at me and then sits in the armchair. Fenris pulls me beside him on the couch whereas elder Raoul sits across us in the second armchair.

It may be temporary but for now he feels good and wants to continue savoring the feeling until it’s ripped away from him completely, there’s no way he would speed up that process by giving in to his nipping thoughts. She had only slept a few hours until her sleep was disturbed by a light thud. She shut her eyes further, wrinkling them as she turned in her bed, pressing her back against Mateo’s chest to continue her sleep. There was another light thud. It seemed to be coming from far away and Mateo didn’t hear it either. Nora did always have a keen sense of intuition even in her sleep, cautious for the steps of her drunk mother entering or leaving the home. She never trusted her and never kne

Luca just saved my life. We move back to back, covering each other in ways that feel both alien and instinctive. The blood between us, the betrayals, the lies—they don’t matter here. What matters is that Sabrina is upstairs, and if we fall, she falls too. But Nora isn’t here yet. She’s a shadow, pulling strings from deeper inside the estate. She’s letting her men bleed for her, because she always has. And that terrifies me more than the bullets. The chandeliers above us sway violently as another blast rips through the east wing. Shards of crystal rain down, slicing open cheeks, arms, throats.

He placed one more kiss on my lips before walking out with Ronan, their steps urgent and precise. I turned around and saw Nora smiling at something Rosella was showing her on her phone. Great. She was starting to take away my best friend too. “What’s so funny?” I asked, going back to sit on the barstools near the kitchen counter. “Uhnm, I was just showing Nora this thread about this thriller show,” she said, and I felt a small sense of power at the way she stuttered answering me. Nora loved thrillers. It was half the reason she had such an interestingly violent nature.