Nora Roberts Romance Novels & Stories

Shocking enough, I saw a lady crying while telling her friends how he almost touched her. "So, tell me, Bethel; how was it? Tell me you didn't enjoy it" Nicole said, smiling and I scoffed. "You know me, Nicole; I'm not a music person' I replied. "And whoever said you needed to be a music person before falling in love with Ryan? Anyway, I know you're just bluffing. You're definitely crushing on Ryan more than I do' she said and I glared at her and she laughed. I just hope my driver's still waiting for me.

I shook my head again, pulling my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as if to hold myself together. Mira watched me for a long moment, her expression a mix of patience and pain. “You don’t have to talk right now. But I’m here when you do.” She stood, stretching her arms above her head. “How about we do something normal? Escape for a bit? Want to watch a movie? I just downloaded that new rom-com everyone’s raving about, the one with the quirky bookstore owner and the grumpy artist.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Her eyes widened, a flash of genuine guilt crossing her face, but she recovered with a speed that left Ethan breathless. “The rumors of a separation,” Nora said, her tone dismissive, “are simply that. Rumors. Ethan and I are completely fine. In fact...” he could see the wheels turning in her head, and she got the look in her eyes when she’d just thought of something brilliant. “With our anniversary just around the corner, we have something special planned. We’ve decided to go back to the prologue of our story—back to where the plot of our love was first written.”

“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.”

We arrived together and moved through the room, arms locked, and body rubbing to sell our marriage story well. We had barely been there for a good forty minutes, working our way through small conversations with colleagues Aaron knew from Apex, when I noticed Nora. She came from across the room in a deep red dress, her eyes particularly fixed on Aaron before she reached us. Her signature faux smile was already in place. Everything about her entrance reeked of trouble. "Aaron." She stopped in front of us like she had been looking for him and had finally found him. Hold on, when did she get this close and friendly with him???

I said and she was just quiet all through. “All this does not mean anything.” She started and I frowned, what was this girl getting at “Nasir is a Garba, he can’t be a bastard. You have to marry Jasmine.” “You’re downright insane if you think I’ll leave Zara for anything in this universe. I don’t care if Nasir is a bastard or not, I’ll do right by him. But if you think you or anyone else can separate Zara and I then you’ve got another thing coming Lakisha.” I growled at her.

The night felt really heavy. The rain had stopped,. I could still smell it in the air. It was cool and fresh. It came into my room through the little space I had left open by the balcony door. I stood there looking at the garden below me. The roses looked almost black in the moonlight. Everything outside seemed calm. Inside me everything was moving. I put my arms around myself not because I was cold. Because my thoughts were too loud. A lot of things had changed. Loving him meant living with things that were not always clear. It meant knowing that peace would never last forever.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."