Nora Roberts Year One Series Novels & Stories

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..

It was a usual Monday morning at THE ROBERTS' MANSION but not for Laura Roberts. Her definition of a usual Monday morning was getting to school on time, at least 7:30 to observe an hour or two personal studies before class begins. But on the contrary, she was extremely late today, all thanks to her kid brother, Kelvin Roberts, the troublesome one among the three siblings of Mr. and Mrs Roberts. Laura was the second daughter after Mya Roberts, the introvert, shy but intelligent and beauty queen of the Roberts' family.

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Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

Chapters turned into a story. And before I could catch my breath, it was no longer a coping mechanism. It was a novel. In my story, the characters aren’t named Stacey and Noah, but anyone who truly looked could recognize us in the margins. The male lead is a basketball player with a fire in his eyes and the weight of his dreams pressing hard on his back. The female lead is older, cautious, guarding her heart like it’s glass but unable to resist the pull of something dangerous, something real.