Nora Roberts The Awakening Series Novels & Stories

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

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

I beg of her. Eve seems to snap out of her melancholy with a sudden sniff. She shakes her head, stares at her hands with another wave of undeniable pain flitting across her face, then wipes them down her thighs and realizes she’s still semi-naked. A robe that is barely pulled on is all that covers her, and it seems to shake her out of her zombie state.

Forty-five: Nora Connolly Nora didn’t listen well. When you spent your time fending for yourself, listening to what others wanted was usually the last thing on your mind. Roman dressed hurriedly and was running down the stairs. Nora, who was becoming more comfortable with her magic, snapped her fingers and was dressed within seconds. She ran down the stairs with him. “Nora!” someone was screaming her name. It took her a second to register that it was Winter. And that was only because she saw her being levitated up in the air against her will.

The kind of quiet that makes your heart drum a little faster, even when it shouldn't. My breaths are shallow. Each inhale scratches my lungs like tiny claws. The yellow wolfsbane still lingers in my system, like poison laced with memories. It crawls through me, weakening every cell, every thought. I feel it in my fingers. In the way I can’t curl them fully. In the way, even blinking feels like work. The door opens softly. I don’t have to look. I know that scent. Wild roses and burning sage. “You really are committed to this,” Nora says, her voice gentle but strong, like velvet over steel.

Nora's P.O.V *Dear Miss Nora Roberts, we are happy to inform you that you passed the interview to be the personal assistant to the CEO of Lockhart's industry. You are obliged to start work on monday by 8:00am. We look forward to working with you* For the fifth time that day, I read out the email I had been waiting for. Two weeks ago, I sat for an interview in Lockhart's industry for the position of the personal assistant. I never thought I'd get it.

Groaning Nora woke up with a splitting headache,the curtains were up and the sun shined directly on her face, using her elbows she tried to cover her face from the rays of the sun, Groaning louder again she got up from the bed, searching for her phone on the table she found a glass of water covered and two pill on a piece of cloth with a note that read this: IM SORRY BABYGIRL BUT YOURE GOING TO WAKE UP FEELING MURDEROUS,TAKE THE PILLS TWO AT A TIME! Smiling she picked up the pills and put them in her mouth at once as she picked up the water and washed it down, sitting down a while she started feeling the effect of the drugs,she felt a bit better than she had woken up, removing the covers fro

The vortex pulls him completely through, the smell of wood lingers on his nose as he opens his eyes on the other side. Whoa. It's apparent he's not in Heaven any longer. This Sec confines herself to a small room-like a prison. It's crowded with pictures, books, and piles of clothes that make it feel even smaller. Looking at all the clothes this Sec has, he stands there, wondering why anyone would need so much clothing. Angels only ever wear robes. Nathanael continues to wander around the room before making himself comfortable at a desk in the corner. Propping his feet up on the top, he tosses an arm over his eyes to block out the light and begins to mentally prepare for the mundane earthly l

But the memory of her smile stayed with me, haunting me, calling to me. Ana's P.O.V I settled into my new job at the coffee shop, trying to keep my head down and stay out of trouble. But as the days passed, I started feeling a very strong connection to Richard, the kind of connection I had never felt before, not even for Anthony. I knew Richard was a werewolf, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could be my mate.

I crawled at the rope with bound my hands, fought against the burning in chest and when the black spots started to appear in my vision, I knew I had no more fight left. Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues all gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. The last sunrise of my life. Not a bad view at all!