Nora Roberts Year One Novels & Stories

"Tell me where your men took my children, Pablo." Pablo frowned slightly, a brief flicker of confusion crossing his disciplined features. "I don't know what you're talking about. My orders are to secure you and bring you back upstairs to the Alpha. That's it." "Liar!" she screamed, the sound tearing from her throat, bouncing off the concrete pillars. At just twenty-three, Nora had lived through more betrayal and heartbreak than most wolves endured in a lifetime. She had clawed her way up from the dirt, built a life, and protected her blood. She refused to let them strip it all away in a dirty, concrete basement.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Rutherford. I'm Angela Graham." "Of course. You're the winner of this year's Starry Design Competition. Mr. Snowden mentioned you to us," Nora said with a faint smile before leading Angela into the office. Once inside, Nora introduced Angela to the team. "This is Angela Graham, our newest team member. She's talented. You guys gotta learn from her." Nora crossed her arms. Her sharp, short haircut gave her a very professional appearance. However, after she spoke, there was no response from the group.

Celeste also whispered while looking at his handsome face which she hadn’t seen for more than a year. Seems like life had again brought her to the same place which she had left a year ago… It again took only a year to turn the table. Just one simple year..

Amelia tried again, walking towards the man sitting there. " Good morning, sir. " She tried again to get his attention. " My name is Amelia Jones, I'm the new nurse. He continued to ignore her, enjoying his cigarette. The smell made Amelia slightly nauseous. She hated cigarettes. She took a deep breath, her fingers caressing the Greek eye hanging from her bracelet.

Behind her innocent face, Nora—the former actress whose life had been ruined by her own actions—had begun her game. “One step already worked,” she muttered internally. “Soon, everything will fall apart. One by one.”

"Puppet Alpha. Rachel keeps her hooks in him the same way she had them in Damien, and Victor gets the territory without ever having to fight a single wolf for it." Nora hadn't said anything this whole time, just standing there listening with that sharp, focused look she got when she was working a problem all the way through instead of just reacting to it. I recognized that look. I'd fallen for that look across two years of phone calls before I ever saw her face. "There's a flaw in their plan," she said finally. Everyone turned to look at her.

That was my first clue. Beautiful in that polished way that takes real effort to pull off... dark blazer, perfect hair, jewellery that hit exactly the right note between casual and serious. Her smile arrived first, warm and open, right up until I looked closely enough to notice that her eyes were doing something completely different. Calculating. Filing. "Scarlett Voss." She said my name like she'd been expecting me. "I'm Nora. I handle media operations for the Wolves." "Good to meet you," I said.

I hadn't. But it didn't matter. This wasn't a fairytale. I didn't want her worry or her pity. I wanted her to be a silent partner until the contract hit the one-year mark. "Is that it?" I took a predatory step toward her, my jaw tight. "You want to know why I bought a year of your life? Is that what is keeping you awake?" She nodded, swallowing so hard I could hear the click in her throat. I turned and dropped onto the sofa across from her. I crossed one leg over the other, trying to look relaxed while my blood was still simmering. Fine. She wanted the truth? I’d give her enough to shut her up.

"Carter, hell no." It's just so crazy and complicated, even if I want to attempt a relationship with her, she obviously doesn't like me, so what's the point? "This is so fucked up." This is just a contract marriage, it shouldn't be this complicated. I am supposed to just pay her for a period of one year while she plays her role as my wife and attending every function with me and at the same time, paying attention to just me but Flavia is so complicated. "Maybe I picked the wrong person for the job, the wrong substitute bride."

Just the sound she made when she was deciding whether the room she was in was interesting enough to stay awake for. "When," Nora said. "Tomorrow morning, if possible. Nine a.m." "I'll be there," Nora said. She put the phone down. Robert. Page 14 of the ledger. A property company she'd never heard of. An investigator who'd called her directly before calling him. She looked at Hope's face. Hope looked back, unfocused, tracking the light from the window above the sink. "I know," she said quietly. "It's not over yet."