روايات وقصص ضمن Nora Roberts The Awakening Series

“Where’s Myra? I don’t have time to be stuck here.” “I’m right here.” Myra answered as she quietly shut the room door. She was wearing a white lab coat and dark blue scrubs underneath. “Alpha, now that you are awake we have no reason to keep you, we will release you, but we still have no clue as to why you even passed out in the first place. I’m just going to assume it had to do with Viv’s appearance since I saw you do the same thing with Silver’s first couple of appearances.” ‘Vivian, is this true?’

Chapter 25 "Ro…rogues! Everyone get down!", Myla suddenly gasped as she woke up with a start. Did she die? Was she in heaven? She looked around and in less than two seconds, Noah was beside her. She was in her room, in…in her own fluffy robe. This was deja Vu all over again, except this time Noah was the one at her bed. "Calm down Myla", Noah soothed, "It was just a nightmare"

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

Nora muttered as she turned so she could look at the head board. It was a black metal frame but it wasn't good metal. If she could detach the small metal rod that ran up and down she could get free. The rod was clearly there for design but the smart ass lopped the handcuffs through it. She gripped the metal of the handcuffs and moved it up to the top of the rod. She began to pull towards her. She could feel the metal digging into her wrist cutting the outer part of her wrist. It burned and stinged against her skin but she wasn't going to be anyones prisoner. She yanked back and forth on the rod until she finally felt it snap. She fell backwards on the bed. Free! Her mind yelled as she got qu

Chapter 24 Avoidance didn’t begin as a plan. It began as instinct. Nora woke up one morning with a tightness in her chest that refused to loosen, no matter how many deep breaths she took. Her phone lay beside her, screen dark, mercifully quiet. For the first time in weeks, there were no messages waiting for her. No demands. No guilt disguised as affection. She stared at the ceiling and realized something unsettling. She didn’t want to see James.

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

Nora woke up covered in a sweat. She couldn't help but let out a sharp groan from her lips as she ran her hand over her face. She squinted her eyes as she looked around the room and tried to adjust her vision. She cursed slightly under her breath when she was quick to come to the realization that she had only managed to sleep for a few hours. She sighed as she slowly sat up in the lumpy mattress. She clicked her fingers and watched as the red glowing light in her hut came alive. She glared at it in irritation as it seemed theee faus that it almost constantly showed her emotions of distress.

Nancy The awakening was slow, as if I were emerging from a deep, heavy sleep, and the world around me was still covered in a veil. I blinked several times, trying to clear the fog that obscured my vision, and realized something was wrong. The smell. The air had a strange, sterile odor, a mixture of disinfectant and freshly laundered sheets, very different from the usual aromas of the Morton mansion, which was always filled with expensive perfumes and the subtle scent of old wood. I sat up carefully, feeling my head throbbing slightly, and looked around.

Slowly I sat up feeling like a complete different person it was then that I noticed I'd been laying on top of a stone coffin. He put on top of someone grave? Strength moved through me, settling into my muscles and my bones. Lifting my hands, I notice no changes in them save for the fact that my skin has taken on a dewy sort of glow that's and my arms were exposed. Glancing down I was surprised to find that I was not wearing the white dress I was executed in.

Intruder: Nora woke up just before the sun was coming up. She glanced over to Jace watching him sleep peacefully. She watched the slow sunlight dance across the floor and then touch upon his face. Nora smiled wondering how he could sleep so well with everything going on. She turned over on her side to look at him better. She brushed the dark almost raven color lock of hair out of his face. He didn't even move, hsi breathing didn't change. He was still so peacefully asleep. She stood walking over to the window. She was afraid for the future, scared of what it meant now that her secrets were out. Now that she had declared war. She didn't want anyone else getting hurt. She was staring out th