Nora Roberts Romance Novels & Stories

It was late and Nora was tired, she excused herself from the table where Dominco,Mae and Mathew sat with a few other people talking and laughing Nora went to the bathroom room, turning on the faucet Nora poured water on her face as the door to the bathroom opened,she didn't pay attention because it was a public bathroom not until a hand grabbed her by the waist as she fell backwards towards a hard chest, "I've missed you love!"

I needed to see who was picking her up. ‎Minutes dragged on, my breath fogging the window. Then a car pulled up, a black Porsche, sleek and screaming wealth. My stomach twisted as the driver stepped out. Mikhail Romanov. Tuxedo sharp, blonde hair tousled, looking like he owned the night. Nora stepped out seconds later, the gown clinging to her like a weapon, her red lips catching the streetlight. He froze, staring like she’d stolen his breath. They spoke, too quiet to hear, but his hand on her back as they got into the car was possessive, too close. My jaw clenched. Nora was mixed up with him? Our boss, the man who ran half the city’s shadows? And she kept it from me? ‎Anger burned, betrayal

Nora asked carefully. Robbin stiffened. “It wasn’t rough.” Nora studied her face, not the marks. “You’re shaking,” she said. “I’m not.” “You are.” Nora said. “And look at you blushing, you like it don’t you? … The marks” Robbin crossed her arms, trying to steady herself, as though she was trying to keep her fluttering heart from exploding. “I like him.” “I know,” Nora replied. “That’s why I’m asking.”

I had no idea what to tell her. The masseuse reached for hot stones and placed them one by one down my spine. They were warm, grounding. I needed them more than I thought. “You know I’m not judging you, right?” Nora said after a bit. “I’m just… watching. You’re in a very dangerous love triangle with two very rich, very hot men and I’m just over here eating crab cakes and living vicariously through you.” I snorted. “You were hired to cook the crab cakes. Plus, you have someone… did you get over the flowers so quick?”

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

He warned me in a stern tone, and I remained silent. *** The following morning, Nora arrived with the poison. As Jonathan was about to get into the car, I planted a lingering kiss on his lips and whispered, "Good luck." "Don't worry, today I'll return after ending Katrina's presence in our lives forever.” He assured me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Afterwards, he settled into the car. We exchanged glances, and his car drove away. "Please, God, stay with us today and help us eliminate that despicable woman.” I prayed as I entered his house. Nora was sitting in the living room.

But I chose to go slow. "We met in Dubai. The first time I saw Romeo fighting with someone for me, Mashallah right there, I fell in love with him...oh my Romeo.." Nora said it dreamily. I clenched my fingers while hearing her each word. Nora took a deep breath with all dreamy look. I noticed her eyes on the photography of Sahir I and Zaki on the table. She quickly picked it up and kissed little Sahir's picture. I felt the flood of jealously.

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."

“Her name is Nora. Thirty-eight years old. She works as a manager at the Bamford headquarters in Paris… where Mr. Bamford is based.” He hesitated. “That’s all?” Rosa asked flatly, her disapproval clear. “Well, that’s all the surface-level info anyone in the office would spill. So... I did some digging.” “And?” she pushed, already knowing she wouldn’t like the answer. “It turns out her full name is Nora Danyon. She was married once with two kids. Ten years ago, she was involved in a fatal accident that took her entire family. She was the only survivor.” “Wait—” Rosa shot up from her chair and began pacing, fingers tapping against her lips. “Danyon? Why the hell does that name sound familiar t