Nora Roberts Romance Novels Novels & Stories

1 VIKTOR I lay back, Sabrina nestled beside me, her soft breaths a steady rhythm against the harsh thrum of my thoughts. She was warm, comforting, her scent something that grounded me, but my mind was a different place entirely. It always was. I couldn’t stop the ghosts that haunted me—those women who had tried to kill me, who had thought they could outsmart me, end me. I’d already eliminated them. All of them. The first one, Mia, she came to mind easily.

No one else could have slipped through the protective wards without triggering alarms, but Nora had always been the exception not just to the rules of this place, but to every carefully constructed belief I had once held. She stood with her back to me, half-illuminated by the glow of a floating orb light hovering near her shoulder. Books were scattered across the long table in front of her, some open, others sealed with ancient wax and forgotten sigils. Her fingers trembled as she traced the faded ink of a map. Her eyes, when she glanced up at my approach, were sharp, wary, and far too tired. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” she said without preamble, like I was just another problem she

She smiled as she was excited walking just to see her boyfriend. But a moment, Loki was startled and her belongings fell on the ground. Loki quickly slapped the woman and said "Why are you flirting him? ". "Flirting him? What do you mean?" I've had him for a long time since 3yrs " confidently said by a woman. "3yrs?!" "Is that true, Jen?" Loki asked with a hoarse voice. Nao’s heard their arguments and quarrel at the department store. But he didn’t mind to get there because he didn’t want to get in trouble with her relationship issues.

Before Matthew could say anything else, a soft voice chimed in. “Hello.” My eyes snapped toward the sound, landing on Nora. Her delicate figure stepped forward, wide eyes gleaming with innocence. That perfect smile of hers made people want to protect her. I watched the way she looked at Hades and Roman, her charm sweet enough to melt anyone. And the worst part was that it always worked. Men always fell for it. Nora never had to raise her voice or demand a thing, her fragility did all the work. She was beautiful, small, delicate, the kind of woman men wanted to fight wars for.

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

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?”

“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

I read the first line and set it back down, I left the food untouched, I crossed to the bar instead. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it burned less than it usually did. I carried the glass toward the window, outside, the sky beyond the grounds had started to turn gold. The fountain near the gardens reflected the last of the sunlight. I rested one hand against the glass. I knew Nora had spent five years in London. I knew she had returned with Beaumont under her control. I knew she had taken Andrade before I realized she was even bidding. I knew Alexander Ashton had met her when she was carrying twins.

"Maybe he's still asleep. You know he's a night crawler. He must be in bed by now." Well, that was a good point. My half-brother, Robert was always partying. Except he had changed in the last few years—which was unlikely—he should be in deep slumber in a drunken state now. But what about Nora? That woman was restless. She was always up early to do whatever even though she had many maids at her beck and call. She should have seen the mail, right? Fuck! Did she wave it aside as a prank? My anxiety was shooting through the roof now. I refreshed my inbox over and over again. I was this close to throwing the phone away when two new emails popped on the screen.

She is a pro when it comes to the art of seduction and sex, having her by him will keep him busy knowing that Arabella can't do it. Nora stares at the man before her, with no word left...she's been with different men, old and young but Rowan, was just the best...She's wanted to taste him to know his capacity is and where it ends but it turns out that he exceeded her imagination and more...No one has ever given her such a rough, hard, energy-draining yet sweet sex before, until Rowan came about, bringing all her fantasies to reality...The only thing she wants now is Rowan, most especially his great skill in sex and his dick...She knows she can't have them without him so making him hers is wha