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"They really treat you that badly?" "Worse," Nora muttered, looking down at her hands. But she quickly shook her head, forcing the sad look away. "Anyway, I am not going to ruin a good day by complaining about the Alphas. Besides languages, what else do you do for fun?" "I read," Clara answered, gesturing toward the massive shelves lining the walls. "A lot. Mostly dark romance and mafia thrillers. Anything with a ton of drama and people making terrible decisions." "Shut up," Nora laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot tw

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.

She hadn’t forgotten the embarrassment she’d faced because of Aria and Max. “What are you staring at, Nora?” one of her friend asked, following her gaze. Nora smirked. “She’s all by herself.” she said coolly, pushing off from the desk. “Time for a little fun, right girls?” The group giggled behind her as Nora stalked toward Rosa with a cruel spark in her eyes. Rosalie noticed them approaching. Her fingers tightened around her pen. Maybe if she kept her head low, they’d walk past. She thought that but they didn’t pass by.

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

ϖϖϖϖϖ Nora blinked. Once. Twice. She stared at the short woman with the bright, too-pleasant smile standing before her like a neatly wrapped riddle. “Sorry... what do you mean, Rosa Bamford? What’s a Rosa Bamford?” the words slipped out before she could filter them. Nora’s brain felt foggy, her pulse moving faster than her thoughts. Was she supposed to know the person? The last name sounded like Noah’s but… Did she forget something important?

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No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

“I don’t know,” she said. “Do you like to read? I blog about books, specifically horror and thriller books.” “Like Stephen King?” She nodded. “Stephen King, Dean Koontz, David W. Wright, Sean Platt, and, ah, Dan Wells.” He nodded slowly as she listed her favorite authors. “What about A. A. Abernathy?” Fuck! “You read Abernathy?” “Yeah, I just picked up the latest one. It’s pretty good so far.”

"What I want to know is how you can think about all these. Your thoughts process, everything," Nora closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them to reveal her dark green orbs that concealed pure despite. "Because I should know it, obviously. That's what I do. I do computers and logical thinking. I can't say that for most of the men you call your aides." Quentin and Four openly glared at her and she smiled at each of them. Perverted lots. Pretenders. "Nora." Walter's voice was testing. "Yes, darling?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ", I already explained what happened. I don't know what else you want me to do."