Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

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

How could she have misjudged so badly? “Oh, forgive my manners,” the woman continued. “I’m Nora.” She extended her hand for a handshake, which Kaira took with a small nod. Only then did Kaira notice Nora's striking resemblance to Sebastian’s aunt, Layla. The way she carried herself and her smile mirrored Layla’s elegance. Yet, her eyes—those were unmistakably her father Henry’s, with their unique color. Nora was a perfect combination of both her parents. “Kaira,” she responded, her voice quieter than usual.

“I can’t sleep because of you and I am always on the edge.” Slowly, a person stepped out from the corner. A woman, her face etched with worry and fatigue, stepped further out from the shadows. She looked haggard, her eyes filled with a desperate intensity. “I’m sorry,” The unknown woman spoke, “I did not mean to scare you.” Florence blinked and asked cautiously, “Who… Who are you?” “I am Nora,” She introduced herself, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes, dark and hollow, reflected the weight of her troubles. “I don’t think you know, but I was Oscar’s first wife.”

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.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

Nora said. Jules wanted to feel disgusted, but her confusion and the goosebumps crawling round her body were stronger. Finally, she took a step forward, and then another, towards the place Nolan led her to. When she took her seat, Nora cleared her throat and rose to her feet. Her aura was hard to ignore, and Jules noticed that despite the resemblance between them, Nora was prouder. “Let me introduce myself, Mrs…Fraser.” She paused, her eyes scanning Jules. “My name is Nora Lynn, and I used to be a bar worker. Never had the comfortable kind of life you've—"

She reached for her robe, then grinned and hung it back on the hook. Nora flicked out the light and padded barefoot down the hall to her bedroom. She felt her thighs rub together, her breasts swing just a little from the weight, and felt the nipples stiffen in the cooler breeze of the hall. The thought of her nephew waiting for her in her bed, with his eight inch cock raised like a flag pole in anticipation, and with the knowledge that he was about to thrust that hard member into her, was the greatest thrill she had ever experienced. It caused the moisture droplets to collect on her pink inner and outer lips. She hadn’t been this excited on her wedding night. Nora waited for a moment then sl

It didn’t feel like enough and it certainly didn’t help bring me more calm. Vanessa was already laughing with a ring of nobles, one hand resting lightly on the wrist of some Lord I didn’t recognize. Her voice rang like bells, flirtatious and easy. Her dress was pale pink silk with embroidered thorns—fitting. Everything about her gleamed. A few steps beyond, Nora stood beneath a trellis dripping with white wisteria. She wasn’t speaking much, but she didn’t need to. The way she stood—with one shoulder angled toward the sun and her chin lifted slightly—made her look like the goddess of diplomatic restraint. When she did speak, her words were soft but purposeful.