Nora Roberts Romance Novels & Stories

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

He began to explain his findings and ways that can solve the dispute between them and the LAX company. Cassandra couldn't believe her eyes, she tried so hard not to appear amazed but she couldn't, it was written all over her face that she is so happy concerning Dennis findings. Dennis stared at the woman before him as he explained, he could see that she looked pleased but not a smile could be seen on her face and Dennis couldn't help but wonder how she would look with a smile. He can't deny the fact that she looks so beautiful and appears more like a woman in her twenties.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

5? Although No. 5 was not as hot as No. 1, nor as cute and innocent-looking as No. 3, she was beautiful and had the image of a mature office lady. She looked simple and capable. After all, she was an executive for a multinational company. Seeing Matthew walk towards her, No. 5’s heart almost jumped to her throat. Her eyes stared at the roses in his hand. Christina had seen No. 5’s real face backstage. She did fit Matthew Henderson’s taste, but Christina did not have a good impression of her.

I laughed. "Madam Roserta is a great teacher. And you are an exceptional student," he said…and then he shifted and looked at the sky, his ears red, and I thought it was because he's freezing. "That…and the fact that you look so beautiful tonight. It's easy to charm people when you look as dazzling as the night sky," he said, softly. There it is again. The flame in my nerves and the butterflies in my stomach and the fireworks in my chest. I can't look at him all of a sudden. As if looking at him was too much, and that I would combust again. And his hands were still holding mine, and I'm too aware of his skin on mine; his broad shoulders too close to mine.

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

I sit on my bed, staring at the wall, when someone knocks on my door. Three soft knocks, then a pause, then two more. I stand and open it. It was Nora standing at the other side She walks in holding two cups of coffee and a paper bag. “You look like you fought a war” she says softly. “I did” I reply. She hands me a cup. “Drink.” We sit at the small kitchen table, the morning light is pale and quiet. “I kept thinking about what you said last night,” she begins. “Which part?” “That this isn’t about love anymore.”

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

“I’d be offended if you did.” They stood there, snow falling softly around them, two enemies pretending not to feel the strange pull crackling between them. “You’re a widower,” Nyra said suddenly. Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “She died three years ago,” Nyra continued, her tone softer now. “I know.” Silence stretched. “You did your homework,” he said. “I always do.” Another pause. Then she smiled again—dangerous, teasing. “Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.”

"If you open it, you can delete me. You can delete the estate, the wealth, and the name. You can go back to being 'Christina Wilder' in a studio apartment." ​He stepped closer, his face inches from hers, the moonlight catching the silver at his temples. "But if you wear it... you stay here. With me. Not as a character, but as the woman who conquered the man who built the world." ​The "Billionaire Romance" was at its peak. The choice wasn't between life and death anymore; it was between The Ordinary and The Extraordinary. The Third Guest ​Nora looked at the box, then at the man who had become her mirror. The intimacy was a trap, but it was a trap she had helped build.