Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Soon they made their way to the front line. "Ah, Nora! How delightful to see you here!" Lady Byrne greeted a woman standing there in the front line. "Let me introduce my friends, Miss Ava and Miss Polly Banks. This is Madam Nora." Ava nodded politely to the older woman while another villager greeted Lady Byrne, distracting her away. Madam Nora was a middle-aged Romani woman. She let her long, dark hair tumbling free, with ropes of beads entwined through the locks. She dressed in a black Romani clothing, wearing necklaces, bracelets and rings all over her. The woman glanced at Polly shortly before shifted her gaze to her. She looked at her intensely with a pair of night black eyes. They held

Jasper again, makes a reach for me, but I dodge him. He sighs. "Please, Lexia, it's in your best interest..." His words carry away, as I find myself stumbling across the dance floor, hardly controlling my own feet anymore. I can't leave here until I have completed the mission, which means I need to find Noah. Emerging from the crowd, my eyes land on Noah, the man I came here for, and I realise the opportunity to approach him is perfect. No one near him, he just stares out that the wide window at the end of the room, observing the night.

Not only were Stella's properties targeted, but those purchased by Chloe and Austin using company funds also fell under scrutiny. Nora took a bold step and filed a court case against her stepmother, Stella. The legal battle that ensued would determine the rightful ownership of the properties registered under the name of Nora's late father, Albert Gibson. With unwavering determination, Nora fought tirelessly in the courtroom, presenting evidence and advocating for her rightful claim. Her resolve stemmed from the deep connection she felt to her father and the knowledge that these properties held a significant part of his life's work. Nora understood that reclaiming them would not only serve as

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"

, 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."

“You unplugged it. Quieter. More dangerous.” Lena sighed. “You’re not wrong.” “That’s why I liked you,” the woman said. “Still do. Mostly.” They watched the river in silence. “You spoke well today,” Lena said. The woman shrugged. “People need something real. Not pretty words. Not slogans printed in some councilor’s basement.” “Your name?” Lena asked softly. “Nora,” the woman said. “But everyone calls me Aunt Nora. Or, if they’re drunk, ‘Ma’am please stop throwing me out the door.’”

The woman stopped us, cutting us off like a relentless pest. "Let's get to know each other! I'm Nora Wilkinson, and I'm an investor. How about we exchange numbers, handsome?" Nathan frowned, disgust coloring his face. I shielded him and fixed Nora with an icy look. "Move." "Hey, you're a feisty young lady, aren't you?" Nora appraised me from head to toe, her gaze disdainful. "Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you speak to me that way?"

She glanced sideways at Mary. Mary was writing. Writing fast. Traitor. Nora swallowed. “…Okay. Think. Think.” Nothing. Her heart started beating faster. Slowly… carefully… she slipped her phone out under the desk. Just a quick check. Just one answer. She unlocked it. Typed quickly. Her eyes scanned the screen. “Yes… yes… okay…” “Miss Oscar.” Nora froze. Her blood ran cold. Slowly… very slowly… she looked up. Professor Nelson stood right beside her.

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

I pushed the door open without a sound. Nora stood at the barre, in a grey sweater with the sleeves pulled over her hands. She was nineteen. She had thick brown hair tied in a crooked knot and a narrow, serious face, and she was practising the same small movement again and again, a slow tendu, front, side, back, as if she could polish her own foot into silver. She saw me in the mirror and jumped. “Mrs. Daniel! I did not know you would be in. Are you all right? Everyone is talking about the stairs.”