Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

I needed someone low enough in the palace hierarchy to be invisible, but high enough to see who cleaned the east wing bedrooms. That was when I saw Nora. She was a young human maid in a stiff grey uniform, dragging a brass cleaning cart down the service corridor. Her shoulders were slouched, and her hands were red and raw from cold water and harsh soap. I had watched her for days. She always kept her head down, avoided the Lycan guards, and looked nervous whenever Lady Celeste's chief attendant walked past. I stepped out from the shadow of the staircase and walked toward her. "Nora," I said softly, keeping my tone gentle.

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—”

“Show me.” Nora held his gaze as she slowly pushed her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing tights. Her plain cotton underwear was visibly damp at the center. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and dragged them down her legs, letting them fall to the floor. Then she spread her knees slightly on the edge of the table. Cassian’s fist tightened around his cock.

NORA I was already dressed in workout clothes when my phone vibrated against the nightstand on Sunday morning. The message waiting at the top of the screen came from Grandfather Beaumont. *Nora. Family dinner by evening for your aunt's birthday. Bring the children. Don't be late.* I rolled onto my back and opened the news notification. The article appeared before the page finished loading. Nora Vance Refuses To Donate At Charity Gala. The second article appeared beneath it. Beaumont Heiress Mocked Foundation Event.

Jake and Hollis stopped walking to crowd around the two women, offering awe struck praise and the like. "That was in Berlin." Nora pointed to a picture of herself balancing on a tight rope, wearing white tights and a Cinderella blue sparkly body suit. She was on her tip toes, arms splayed out wide. A huge grin plastered across her heavily made up face. Her hair teased and curled into a gorgeous arrangement twice it's normal size. "You're from California I'm guessing? Since that's what Jake called you earlier." Nora started warming up to Whitney especially, wanting to know more about the bubbly artist. The group started trudging up a small hill as the conversation continued.

The kind she herself had cultivated by becoming unreachable, untouchable, a ghost. “I went for a walk, Elijah,” she said calmly. “The city is still there. And so am I.” She turned to Elnora, who was watching her with cautious hope, like someone witnessing the return of a familiar shape after a long absence. “You were right, Nora,” Robbin said quietly. “I was eroding. But I’ve found the bedrock.” In her office, Robbin opened a folder on her desk. Its label was simple, deliberate: The Foundation Ledger.

yelled Nora as she stood up from the bed looking at her mum, "If you want to tell me, I will find out for myself," she concluded and walked out of the room. She just watched as she left the room, then she stood up and left to her room. * * * * There was a young lady of about 22 years old, of about 5'7 feet tall, her long brown hair dropping on her shoulders, with blue eyes a necromancer, she was standing by the window waiting for Mrs Langson to come in. It was undeniable who she was and how she knew they were there, there must be trouble, thought Mrs Langson.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.

Nicki replied and fell back on the bed, ready to drift into another slumber. “ What's your name? I'm Rosabella.” “ I'm Nicki. Nice to meet you too.” With that said, she fell back to sleep and only woke up when the sun rose, the next day. When the sun slipped into the curtain, Nicki groaned softly and rubbed her eyes. She looked around to find her space arranged neatly and all her clothes placed neatly inside the wardrobe. A small smile appeared on her lips. “ I guess she's a good roommate after all.”