Nora Roberts Quote Novels & Stories

“We are tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.” Smart man, Neill, but it isn't easy now, is it? I mused, turning over the page of the book I was reading, mentally applauding Nora Roberts for being such a great wordsmith. And I have to say that Margaret Mary was definitely my spirit animal. I remained in my room, lost in the book, when the distant sound of laughter and footsteps reached my ears.

“You know, intermittent fasting can do wonders for the body. Keeps you lean and sharp.” “Good for you,” I replied curtly as I poured the eggs into a heated pan. She watched me with a critical gaze. “Eating at night isn’t the best habit, Kayla. It tends to... stick.” “I think I can handle it.” Nora tilted her head, her gaze drifting over me. “Just offering some friendly advice. After all, Nicholas has always preferred women with model bodies. Thin, elegant... not so…” She flicked her eyes across my rounded hips. “...Robust.”

she snapped. Nate let out a dry laugh. “Look at yourself. Would you fall for you? I prefer women who are actually beautiful.” Nora’s eyes widened, a flash of genuine anger sparking in her gaze. She hopped off the bed and marched right up to him. “You are one to talk! You can’t even see straight through those faulty eyes, how would you know a beautiful woman if she passed?” “I can still get any woman I want,” Nate retorted, leaning down slightly to meet her eyes. “Can you say the same? With those flat breasts of yours?”

"Do you think that guy will still want you once he acknowledges that you are a ruined peasant?" Naomi halted, she realizes Nora won't let her go off easily. In between clenching teeth, she replied, "Don't try to degrade me just to get what you want. At least, I wasn't robbing anything from anyone, I work for it, Nora." Nora burst out laughing, "What? You are harsh, Naomi. It's not robbing, my definition for this is "work smartly". But, in reality, Naomi, what will be the reaction of that guy when he saw these pictures..." Nora purposely left her in a cliffhanger as she handed Naomi a few photos to her.

“And you can yell at me when you’re not being hunted by rich people with family lawyers. What did he say?” I read the message out loud. Nora didn’t answer right away. She reached for her mug, then seemed to forget why she had picked it up. Her eyes moved away from the screen for a second, the way they always did when she was trying to separate panic from useful information. “That’s short,” she said, and i answered “I know.” “Short is not always harmless.” “I know that too.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted, so I cleared my throat and looked at the laptop instead of her. “He didn’t ask me to come back.”

But the images were burned into my mind. Just as Nora was about to leave the room, she paused at the doorway and turned back to me. A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "You know," she said casually, folding her arms, "I’ve got a pretty good eye for these things… and I’d bet good money you’re expecting a little one." I blinked, stunned. My heart gave a startled skip, and for a moment I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. "W–what?"

He stood under the amber glow of the streetlamp, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, watching our car until we turned the corner and disappeared into the New York night. "What did you say to him?" I demanded, leaning forward between the front seats. Nora looked at me through the rearview mirror. Her smile was wicked. "I just gave him a little advice," she said casually. "I told him not to let you slip away, or he’d spend the rest of his life regretting it." I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "Why would you say that?" I muffled through my fingers. "Because I deal in facts, little sister," Nora replied.

“No one. It's just a spam message.” Nora raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying a single word. “Uh-huh. And I'm the Queen of England.” she says sarcastically. “A spam message that makes you press your thighs together? Sure.” I throw a pillow at her. “Shut up and focus on helping me with these dresses. This is about me surviving dinner with the DeWitt, not my nonexistent love life.”

Nora smiled at me but I can see her face fell. "But you know all I can think is, she doesn't care about your love Romeo" "Then why don't you stop thinking extra about my Madonna," I said while looking at my glass. Nora looked at the entrance and checked time."I don't think she will come.." The moment she said I chuckled deeply."Then you don't know my Madonna yet" She will come. My Madonna has to come to me. With this thought, I gulped down the whiskey. Nora took my empty glass and poured more whiskey in it.

Margot POV Nora’s eyes suddenly brightened. “Take Elena Brooks, for example. I asked around. Her parents had already bought her a house. She’s got everything going for her. She’s young, smart, and has a grand future ahead of her.” “Elena and I will not happen.” I said it seriously. “Really.” Nora sighed, then leaned closer and lowered her voice mysteriously. “Okay, then. What about the Prince?” My heart gave a sharp little jolt.