Nora Roberts Year One Series Novels & Stories

"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.

"And who is this lovely creature and why have you two been hiding her from me?" Truth be told, it was a good thing he hadn't come out. If he had seen me using magic and the guys morphing into their wolves, the secret of the supernatural world would be out of the proverbial bag. "Kalyssa," I replied. He smiled, letting my hand go. "My name's Robert, since these two won't introduce me," he teased. I gave him a generous smile. "Nice to meet you, Robert. A glass of White Zinfandel, please," I replied. "Ol' Betsy?"

Gabrielle wasn’t complaining of a backache or any of those other things women talked about as labor’s signs. She was relaxed, cheery and so, so nice! Feeling as vilified as she did, Norah was deeply relieved to be finally treated like a normal person. “Did you get that top at the boutique on the far end of the lake?” Gabrielle asked. “I bought the black and gold one two months ago. They have amazing stuff there, don’t they?” Norah agreed as she set a pot of water to boil. Since the conversation kinda stopped, she mustered up her courage, willing to talk to Gabrielle about something quite private.

I heard a baritone and familiar voice that made me turn my head on him. "Yes," I said while smiling but he didn't smile at me which made me stare at his eyes. I saw loneliness and sadness on it which I don't know why. Does Lazarus have a problem? It's my first time seeing him like this and it looks like he wanted to say something but he's trying to hold it as if someone is trying to stop him from saying that.

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?

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

So, I hardly see her, only when necessary. I walk out of the mansion and into the front yard, I still can’t get used to the scenery in front of me, even though I’ve been living here for a few years, The lawn is always well pruned, its colors are so green, I could mistake them for actual vegetables, by my right, you would see a well-beautified garden of just red and white roses, and I think father did that for mom because she’s a huge fan of roses and I really can imagine an icy and workaholic CEO having the softness or time to spend on roses.

I clutched my chest, gasping for breath as tears blurred my vision. My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug deep into my palms, using the pain to keep myself upright. “Wandi spent a year overseas, recuperating, before she was willing to forgive Neve. In a couple of days, I’ll stage a medical ‘miracle’, stand up again, and let her resume being the Donna. This year is a penance for her willfulness.” Each word of his was uttered coolly, piercing deeper into my heart. “But… it has been a year. Will she buy it?” someone asked hesitantly.

The thing about Fountain Academy's prom is that everyone pretends it matters while secretly knowing it's meaningless. Which is exactly why everyone shows up acting like it's their last night on Earth. I'm wedged against the ballroom's east wall, watching Valentina Ashford work the room like she owns it—which, honestly, she basically does. She's been Rank One for as long as anyone remembers, which means she moves through Fountain's High like the school was built around her shadow. Golden dress. Golden hair catching the light from the ridiculous chandelier someone's dad probably donated. Golden, golden, gold.

Nora P.O.V I put Robert’s arm over my shoulder, steadying his weight as I helped him out of the car. Of all the things I imagined doing in my life, helping a drunken mafia boss, my sworn enemy stumbling back to his mansion was not one of them. Yet here I was. With one hand, I pushed the car door closed, gritting my teeth as Robert slumped against me, muttering incomprehensible words. Can my life get any more weird?