Nora Roberts Stand Alone Books Novels & Stories

As the pregnancy progressed, Jessica's excitement turned to exhaustion. Her body was changing, and the physical demands of carrying a child were taking their toll. She had always been a driven person, but now she found herself struggling to keep up with her usual pace. Jessica: sighs This is so overwhelming. I don't know if I'm ready to be a single mother. Alex: Jess, you don't have to do this alone. You have me and your family to support you. Jessica: I know, but I still feel like I need more. That's why I started reading online forums for single mothers.

Chloe watched her friend, unable to find the words to comfort her. Among their circle—Chloe, Lyra, and Summer (who was currently abroad)—Nora had always been the strongest, the most grounded. A top graduate from the National Military Academy, Nora had been a rising star with a brilliant career ahead of her. She had given all of that up to marry Nicholas and become a full-time mother. Everything Chloe knew about self-defense, marksmanship, and racing, she had learned from Nora. Seeing this warrior-woman reduced to tears over a cheating husband felt like watching a monument crumble.

Renata had always been unpredictable, brilliant, vicious, loyal in her own twisted way… but she never liked sharing control. Especially not with me. Before I could push further, my phone rang. Nora. I answered anyway. “Yeah?” “Eli,” Nora whispered. The way she said my name made the hairs on my arms rise. “I need to see you. Alone.” Something in her tone unsettled me—something urgent, something she didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Okay,” I said quietly. “Where?” “I'll drop the location.” “Fine.” I hung up.

He stared down at her, wondering if he should believe her or otherwise. The moment Connor stormed out of the room, Nancy plopped down on the bed, buried her face in her hands, and cried her eyes out. She had no idea how long she cried until she heard the door open and someone walk in. She jumped to her feet immediately, wiping her tears away with the back of her palm. "Oh dear," Nadie sighed the moment she stepped in. Nancy sat on the bed, dying off all her tears. "I think I made a mistake leaving you both alone." She sat close to Nancy.

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.

Twenty-three: Nora Connolly She hadn’t been trapped for very long. But with all of Mordred’s talk about trying to marry her off, she didn’t like the idea of being left alone. She didn’t know who she could trust anymore. What she did know was that Roman was her mate. The future Alpha. And powerful enough to keep anyone at bay that might try and hurt her. That was what Nora needed. She had always run whenever she was in danger before. But for the first time in her life, there was someone to keep her safe.

He had a rather calm composure compared to his brothers. I pulled out a random book. Born in Fire by Nora Roberts. A romance novel didn't sound bad. “Guess you will be keeping me company today, Nora.” I whispered, leaving the library with the book, and walked back to my room. I was barely on the tenth page of the book when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was a call from my therapist. A small smile tugged at my lips as I answered the call.

Before he sold her to the Kanes. Nora sat with her hands on the wheel for a second longer, looking at the building through the windshield. It looked smaller than she remembered. Everything from that part of her life looked smaller now. She got out. Vivian moved to follow. "Stay here," Nora said. "You sure?" "I need to do this alone." Vivian didn't push it. She stayed in the car. Nora walked through grass that came up past her ankles. The steps were cracked down the middle. The door was heavy, and she had to put her shoulder into it to get it open.

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

Then he'd said goodnight and she'd said goodnight and she'd walked back to the residential wing and stood in her room for a long time before Demi asked her what was wrong. "Nothing's wrong," she said. "You're standing in the middle of the room not doing anything," Demi said. "You don't stand in the middle of rooms not doing anything. You're always in the middle of doing something." Nora looked at her hands. "I don't know which feelings are mine," she said. Demi set her book down. "What do you mean?"