Nora Roberts Stand Alone Books Novels & Stories

Settling on making a quick omelet, I gathered eggs, cheese, and some leftover vegetables. As I whisked the eggs, my mind wandered back to the past couple of days. I wondered if Grace was asleep right now, or sitting up feeling scared and lonely. Tomorrow, I would prepare a meal for her, I decided. And maybe bring her a few of those books I had purchased. “Midnight snack, Kayla?” I jumped at the sound of the voice, nearly dropping the bowl. Turning, I saw Nora leaning casually against the doorway, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a silk robe that accentuated her slim figure.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

“But I thought you deserved the courtesy of a farewell.” I pulled my knees closer to my chest and pressed my back into the wall. Every instinct screamed for Ruby, but the silence inside me was absolute. I’d never felt more alone in my life. Nora crouched slightly, just enough to meet my eye through the bars. “Did you really think no one would notice?” she asked. “That you could sneak your way to the throne like a rat?” “I didn’t—” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Oh, you did,” she said, almost gently. “But I can’t blame you. It was a clever plan. Come in looking soft and fragile. Capture his attention. Hide your little affair until it’s too late.”

The years of isolation had taken a toll on her spirit, but now she had a chance to confront the world and the consequences of her choices. Alexander, filled with compassion and understanding, walked by his mother's side, offering his support and love. He knew the pain she had endured and recognized the complexity of her situation. The bond between mother and son remained strong despite the years of separation and manipulation. As they ventured beyond the walls of Arondale, Elizabeth was keenly aware of the whispers and judgment that followed her every step. The people she encountered cast wary glances, their eyes filled with a mixture of pity and skepticism. Elizabeth understood their doubts

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

Will she have the strength to withstand Martin’s betrayal? *This book is a stand-alone novel* Suggestions are welcome; if you have a lovely title for these two books, please do well to leave them in the comments section. Thank you.

No but nothing, I've decided, you have to stay here, okay? Auntie stood up, the chin of a cup of cocoa that had cooled down, and left the room. This is the aunt's expression when she doesn't want to hear a rebuttal. That's my aunt, a successful but single woman who likes to make her own decisions. So far, it's still like that.

~ZION's POV~ The prospect of meeting the all-powerful Robert Jones was a little intimidating to me at the time. The man who I would punish with everything in me. The man who took my Aya away from me and my family. To be sure, Aunt Chloe. She was my mother’s best friend, and no mother should have to go through what this man did. Not even mothers deserve to be deceived and removed from their children, and no woman should have to go through that. This man lied about his marital status because he couldn’t keep his lust at bay, and as a result, he was able to separate a mother and her child. When he came up to me, I gave him a friendly grin. I’m looking forward to torturing this elderly gentleman

She stood still, clad only in her bras and panties. It took all the self control in Jacob not to race at her but he wasn't sure how long he was going to last. "I can see your little man down there needs some attention, right?" She said as she pulled her bras and panties off and then stood as naked as she was born, still with her eyes on him. Without warning, she placed her hand on his dick, grabbing it like her entire exuste depended on it. Jacob's breath became staggered. He moved his hand to her naked ass and pulled her into him such that his rich was resting on her thigh.

"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