Nora Roberts Year One Novels & Stories

She asked. "Her mother is a friend of mine, she told me about the difficulties she is facing and I decided to let the girl live with me" "How does she behave?" Lara, her youngest sister asked, she was considered the most fashionable in the family with a good taste, even though she worked in a financial firm, she was to be married to Tony but was jilted by him three years ago, at that time it happened, Lara thought she would never marry again, but now she had changed her mind, at almost thirty, she was searching for a man to marry.

Naomi POV The next morning. I was literally the first person to wake up because I knew that I couldn't even close my eyes all night; so many thoughts crossed my mind because the first time I resumed at that company, it was a very traumatizing moment for me, and I was hoping that this time around nothing would happen. The anxiety made me unable to fall asleep all night. I was wondering why I wasn't feeling sleepy at all. I couldn't tell if I was just very excited about the job or if I was more paranoid about something happening. It feels like every time something good happens to me, there's always something that comes to ruin it, and that was one of my fears for today. I feared that something

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.

Lylah sat down, blocking Raj from her vision and blocking his voice as well. The public needs something new, something fresh, production companies need this, it is a hit novel by our very own editor, Lylah Jeurgens, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present, Hurt In A Year", Raj clapped. The auditorium erupted with series of clapping. Lylah abruptly stood to her feet, looking around frantically. What in the world was going on?, This wasn't the book she agreed to pitch. Was Raj trying to set her up?, How did he even know about Hurt In A Year?

I say, in a quiet and obedient way, "I don't see any reason to say no. I am usually less busy than the other maids, if that is okay with you, Madam Lea." Nora's posture relaxes. She turns to her daughter-in-law, raising one perfectly arched silver eyebrow. "Well, Lea? Is it a problem?" Lea's knuckles turn white. She forces a smile so tight it looks painful. "If she is what you want, Nora, then of course. Why not?" Lea spins on her heel and marches out of the room. Nora doesn't take no for an answer. She never has. Looking at her reminds me of how this entire nightmare started. Before the crash, before the amnesia, I was Tara Smith—a rising fashion consultant in LA.

The next morning, Amani awoke to find Robert unloading merchandise at one of his stops. Glancing around the wagon, she noticed that it was practically empty, with just a few items remaining. Robert informed her that he only had one more stop to make, which was as far as he could take her. This last stop lay just outside of Blackclaw territory, offering a clear path to the border. Although Amani would have to walk about ten miles alone, Robert assured her that there were no Royal Guards patrolling that area.

The sun had already set by the time I finished work. Jaime always called this place a remote village. Every minute here felt like torture to her. I thought she would not be able to stand it and would leave. To my surprise, she waited outside my office door. When she saw me, she stood up at once and hurried to my side. “Joseph, you still haven’t told me what happened. Did your mother really die?” I stopped walking and looked at her. A cold laugh escaped me. “My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?”

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"

Because last night was supposed to be simple. One drink. One stranger. One forgettable night. Instead, I walked into my first day as CEO and found her standing in the middle of the lobby with tears in her eyes and security surrounding her. Nora Vance. Victor Draven’s stepdaughter. The girl who used to glare at everyone at family dinners like she was daring them to pity her. The same girl who used to disappear upstairs whenever I came home. The same girl who once looked at me at seventeen like she hated me for breathing.

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,