Nora Roberts Year One Novels & Stories

That alone made Travis’s mood sour further. “She’s not worth worrying about,” he said curtly. “Let her figure things out on her own.” He had no intention of backing down. If he gave in now, she’d only push further—especially using their son as leverage. He couldn’t afford to lose ground on something so fundamental. — The next morning, Nora Yates got up early and headed straight to Horizon Corporation, carrying her ID and documentation. The company had hosted the design competition she’d entered. The goal: to recruit top-tier designers for a major new project.

I ended up parked near the river, engine off, watching the water move. Nora had built all of that. She had built Hamilton Global from nothing, shaped it into something that filled an entire glass tower with people and purpose and power, and then she had walked away from it and come to live in my house and make my dinner and fold my laundry and I had spent eight years looking right through her. I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel. I needed to do something that wasn't standing outside buildings waiting to be turned away. I needed to find a way to say the things that needed saying that didn't involve strategies or appearances or performance.

I said, turning around to face her, my hand instinctively supporting my lower back. "It’s enough for first month and a deposit on a small studio apartment near the North Avenue corridor. Nobody knows us over there. No diner customers, no gossip, no reminders. We go dark, you finish your junior year online, and I find a telephone dispatch job I can do from a desk." Katherine looked at me, her blue eyes incredibly grave. "And what about him?"

She took a deep breath and got to work, determined to show Merrick that she was capable of handling even the most daunting tasks. Nora took a deep breath and began her daunting task. She made her way to the store room, where she found stacks of dusty boxes piled high. With determination on her face, she started by gathering all the files from 10 years ago till the present year, starting with January and working her way through each month until she reached December. With the files in hand, Nora made her way to the desk and began to dust them off. As she flipped through the documents, she felt a sense of nostalgia. It was like taking a trip down memory lane, seeing the history of the company u

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.

She was no doubt in love with Eden Cross. She didn’t say it out loud. She just thought it, quietly, in the dark of her room, and then sat with it the way you sit with something broken, not panicking, not moving, just understanding the shape of the damage. Because that was the other part. The part that made the first part worse. The contract. One year. She had always known the terms. She had signed them. She had been sensible and clear-eyed and completely certain she understood what she was walking into. She just hadn’t known she would feel like this when the knowing actually mattered.

“Just give me one year. One more year, and you can have everything, Ray.” My voice broke on his name. This place wasn’t just an office. It was where everything started. I was nineteen when I first walked into this space, back when working from home no longer made sense. This was where my career took shape. Where I grew into myself, and him, Ray had been part of all of it. The first flowers he ever got me were delivered here. I could still remember the way he stood awkwardly by the door, pretending it wasn’t a big deal, while I couldn’t stop smiling.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

“May it be boring. Peaceful. Domestic. Everything year one wasn’t.” “To year two. And to year one. For giving us this. Us. Emma. Everything.” We toast. Sparkling cider and whiskey. Anniversary celebration. One year. From strangers to soulmates. From broken to whole. From alone to family.

That was when fate, finally, knocked on the door a second time. The sound of creaking hinges made every head turn again. The silence that followed was absolute—the kind of silence that precedes a natural disaster. Nora walked into the hall. She wore no silk, no lace, and no jewelry. She wore a simple dark suit, and her face bore the expression of someone who had crossed through hell and returned only to claim what was rightfully hers. Her eyes didn’t seek the cameras, nor my family, nor the judge. They fixed with a hunter’s precision, on Warren.