Nora Roberts The Mirror Audiobook Novels & Stories

He’d laughed and simply asked, “Heading to work?” She remembered only shaking her head, unable to string together a real answer. In front of Nathaniel, apparently, her usual sharp instincts just evaporated completely. Bing, best friend Fairy Mirror is calling! Bing Nora hit mute fast. Off to the side, Nathaniel glanced away, smiling. That menace if this wasn’t important, Sophie was in for an earful. Fairy Mirror was Sophie’s NPC identity inside Godbreaker. To distinguish her from other alerts, Sophie had once stolen Nora’s phone and set this exact custom notification tone.

“I don’t know what to think.” He reached for my hand again. “Nora, when you collapsed, something happened to your eyes.” I stared at him. “What?” “They changed.” “How?” “They turned silver.” My breath caught. “That isn’t possible, I'm Wolfless." “I saw it.” “You must have been mistaken.” “I wasn’t.” I pulled my hand away and stood, though my legs almost gave out. Rhett caught my arm. “Careful.” I looked at the small cracked mirror hanging on the wall. My reflection looked pale and frightened. “I have spent my entire life believing there was nothing inside me,” I whispered.

The rich, woody scent of the hot rooibos tea drifted upward from the porcelain spout. I took a slow, deliberate breath, letting my muscles relax, smoothing away every trace of the lethal focus I had shared with Nora in the pantry. When I lifted my hand and knocked three times against the heavy wood, my face was a complete blank, the perfect picture of a tired, broken servant. "Come in!" Miranda’s sharp, impatient voice called out from inside. I pushed the door open with my elbow and stepped into the sprawling room.

He wasn’t in the mood for games. The woman tilted her head, an amused smirk forming on her lips. "I thought I made that clear over the phone," she said. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight of confidence. "You want Audrey, don’t you?" Frank said nothing, his silence an invitation for her to continue. She took a slow step toward him, her boots clicking softly against the concrete floor. "Well, your situation and mine aren’t so different," she said, her tone measured. "My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out."

Without thinking, Noah grabbed the heavy candlestick from the fireplace. He threw him against the mirror with all his strength. A swelling bang. Glass exploded. Liam screamed. Nora started crying. The mirror burst into a thousand pieces. And he cried with Eren. Not before pain. From anger. The light in the house flickered. All the shards on the ground trembled. But in the biggest piece I saw him. Just his eye. Amber colors. He stared at Noah. And whispered: “You chose me again.” Then the mirror image was lost.

Miranda's gaze remains fixed on Nora, her eyes narrowing in a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. The silence stretches between them, punctuated only by the faint sounds of footsteps fading away as the cops escort David Nashville out of the mansion. With a sense of urgency, Miranda strides towards Nora, her grip on her arm tightening in frustration. She leans in, her voice laced with irritation as she confronts her, "Who do you think you are? You believe you have the right to come here and arrest anyone you please?"

“Goodnight, Mum.” The door closed. Silence. Nora waited a few seconds. Then slowly dropped the book. “…That was close.” She turned back to the mirror. Looked at herself again. This time, longer. More serious. Then— She tilted her head slightly. “Miss attention seeker,” she murmured. A small smile played on her lips. “…Let’s see how far you go.” She switched off the light. But even in the dark— Her mind was still wide awake. And somehow… Every thought led back to him.

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?”

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

“You’re going to end up alone. Just like her. You almost killed a patient.” My phone slipped from my hand, clattering on the floor. My skin crawled. I scratched my wrist, trying to calm myself, trying to breathe. “Dr. Ford…” I looked toward the mirror. And she was there. Nora. Standing behind my reflection, smirking. I didn’t think, I just reacted. I slammed my hand against the mirror, glass shard under my palm. “NORA!” I scowled. “Miriam,” I turned. She stood at the door.