Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: An opportunity She finally stood up from the ground, looked around, and then left. Her name is Nora Remington, a lady of 24 years old with Emerald eyes and brown hair, she is from Fresno in California. Nora's flight time it's the same as Kieran but she decided to smell the environment of Fresno once before finally leaving for New York to start a new life. She has a friend who lives in New York and is ready to find a job for Nora.

Monica was back into the door, pushing it open with her butt, and joining the morning rush of people on the street once more. She makes it to the corner and go through the glass double doors simply marked Jacobs in a beautiful gold script font. Nora’s storefront has a small selection of off-the-rack options, but the bulk of her work is through custom designs and the few boutiques she works with directly. Inside, she was hit with a bustle of activity as assistants run back and forth to set up racks in the conference room. “What’s that for?” she asks an intern. “Backdrop scenery for the call. Nora’s early morning, brilliant idea,” he replies, never pausing. In the conference room, Nora’s pres

Her hand tightens on the gun in her hand and I breathe out a shaky sigh. “Wow,” Nora sounds really disgusted. “Zackery isn’t married, but Louis was,” I add. “Shut the f*ck up!” She yells as she fires her weapon. Luckily, it is not at my head, but at the ceiling. If Nora thinks that I wouldn’t have done a background check on her after she had told me that Violet was alive, then she is as stupid as a mule. Her name is Nora Ross, a grandmaster for our branch in Nigeria.

“I am.” Atlas ushered Nora into the living room. She wore a small smile as she entered, her posture was calm. Nora was slender, dressed in a simple blue blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, her black hair pulled into a chignon that gave her a professional yet warm appearance. She looked to be in her thirties, just as the agency described. “Mr and Mrs Renihardt.” Her voice was clear. She gave a small respectful nod to both of us. “Please, call me Andera,” I said as I stood and reached for her hand. “And this is Thane. Mr Renihardt.” I gestured to him as he rose beside me.

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Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

"Whatever she's planning, it happens in the next four days." I looked at the kitchen around me. Cam at his laptop. My father's coffee going cold. Outside, Seattle moving through its morning. "Come home," I said. "Tomorrow morning," he said. "Renner goes to oversight custody tonight." "Tomorrow morning," I agreed. I hung up. Looked at Cam. "A woman named Nora," I said. "British, Hunter-line, significant personal wealth. She's been running this from behind the ideology." Cam was already typing.

Dana continued pretending to be an ordinary customer at the counter. The security outside— was invisible. Probably. “All right.” Nora approached with menus. “You’re Riley’s grandfather.” Charles looked up. “I am. Charles Whitmore.” “Nora Brooks. I run the place.” They shook hands. “Thank you for looking after Riley,” Charles said. Nora raised an eyebrow slightly. “She’s helped us plenty too.” “She has?” “When she works, she works.” Riley immediately looked over. “What does when she works mean?” “When you’re working, you work. When you’re talking, you talk.”

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.

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge