Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

She took off her robe and went to take a bath, today new investors arrived, her father wanted the company to expand more and the truth is that was more than good. She decided on a white dress, with only one long sleeve, it reached a few centimeters above her knee, and at her waist she wore a white belt, she combined her shoes and bag in black. Her natural hair was brown but she had done a blonde balayage and she liked the change and it was something she really needed, her hair reached right where her breasts began, she left it loose, her makeup was simple, it only highlighted her blue eyes and her thick lips. She looked in the mirror and she looked beautiful and professional, but with no des

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

Yes… Norah Wilde was a brown-headed goddess… Leone could hardly breathe looking at her. She was a vision in a long, sparkling dark blue skirt with a high slit and a lavender, equally glittering halter top that clung lovingly to the swells of her breasts. Her waist was bare and her wavy long, brown hair was falling down freely, framing her sweet face. She wore silver hoop earrings and a dozen thin bangles supplied by the stylist. Gabrielle’s sandals were slightly big, but Leone knew that no one will notice that since Norah’s toes were freshly painted in a passionate shade of red.

She is always trailing behind Boba girl and doing what she wants. But what did she want with her? "Sorry did I scare you, Ohh my...I thought to follow you to the shelf you're working on, so we can start from there." She explained when she saw Areena confused. "Ohh," Areena said letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I'm Nora by the way." "Nora Crimson." She added pulling her hand out to shake. "I'm... Ahh... Areena Mayer" If it feels odd, nobody wants to know about her. So she doesn't know how this works.

Paul turned toward Nora, who smiled at the two couples on the couch. "It's nice to meet you. I promise Jon will not get out. I will do everything in my power to keep you from having to testify against him. With all the evidence, it shouldn't be necessary unless you want to." Nora held her hand out to each person as she spoke. Natalia immediately liked her. She was short, probably no more than five foot two, with short blonde hair cut in a pixie cut. As cute as she was, Natalia could tell she was all business and could command a room. She smiled at her.

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.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

he hissed. “Fine,” Aion grumbled. The door opened, and Nora stood there looking hesitant. She was about five foot four, with brown hair, and brown eyes. She wore a simple, grey t-shirt, jeans, and a light, grey hoodie. Her shoes were a beat-up pair of sneakers. “Um. Hi.” Roman rounded the desk. “Hello, Nora. I’m glad that you finally came.” “Thanks…is Winter okay with him?” Nora asked, gesturing in the direction of where Winter and Aion had gone. “He didn’t seem like was too happy about having an extra person here.”