Nora Rose Leak Novels & Stories

“You have to be quiet if you don’t want Daddy to stop.” I nodded. Daddy kept going alternating cheeks. The pain was sharp, but underneath it, a heavy, throbbing heat was spreading I could feel myself getting wetter, a tiny trickle down my laps. It felt like I was leaking, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I didn’t know bodies could do that. “Is this normal?” I asked, my voice cracking as I looked at our reflection. “I’m leaking…down to my thighs.” “Jesus Christ, Nora.” His forehead dropped to my shoulder. “You're soaked.”

I took a step inside, and my gaze fell to the floor. There scattered near the wastebasket was a bouquet of red roses—or what was left of it. Petals covered the floor, and the stems were bent and broken in half. Someone destroyed the bouquet. My gaze returned to Nora. She was crying. Silent tears streamed down her temples and dampened the pillowcase. She did not make a sound. She was just… crying. They were not tears of physical pain. They were tears of despair and anger. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the constant beep-beep of the monitor. I looked at the destruction of the roses. I looked at Nora’s terrified face. And I looked at the door Warren had just walked throug

I nodded. "Rosette, when something is happening to you, your best bet isn't always keeping it to yourself. You talk to trusted people about it, the security personnel, anyone. You don't just sit and freak out on your ass, you make a move that will ensure you don't end up in a ditch somewhere with nobody's knowledge of how." He didn't sound like he was scolding me, but I still felt like I'd been scolded, so my "okay" came out sadder than usual.

And now, thanks to Claire and Etian and their righteous crusade, he had one. But I still had cards. I still had secrets no one knew—especially not about Mack. He wasn’t as clean as they all thought. Not even close. Do you want war, big brother? Fine. But don’t cry when I burn down everything you built with it. I stopped pacing and grabbed my phone. Dialed a number from memory. No name. Just silence on the other end until a voice picked up, low and distorted. “I need cleanup,” I said. “Precinct footage. The girl—Nora. She’s the new leak. Trace her. Silence her.”

she murmured. “Why shouldn’t I?” Rose laughed again, hollow and tired. “It’s not like anyone will believe you. My family has money. Influence. You’re just a scholarship girl. No one’s going to take your word over mine.” “Did you get that?” Norah’s voice shook. “Every word,” Mary said, stepping out from behind the vent with her phone held up. “Smile, Rose. You’ve been live this whole time.” Rose’s head whipped around, confusion twisting her face. “Camera?”

Nora was leaning on a chair while holding a glass of champagne in her hand. Nora raised the glass gesturing to Kathleen a silent congratulation. She smirked at her wickedly having her mind thinking that because of Kathleen's dumb decision to be Aaron's girlfriend, she was able to find a way to steal Aeroxx's microchip project. 'It was all thanks to Kathleen who made it all possible,' Nora murmured internally with satisfaction.

Sprawled across every surface. He sorted them. Chronological order. Stacked. Then went to bed. — Morning. Phone call. Woke her up. New property registration. Data leak. Every renovation company within a hundred miles had her number. "Not interested. Thanks." Her water glass was still on the coffee table from last night. Dry throat. Nora yawned her way toward the living room. Pushed open the door. And what she saw stopped her cold.

The red rose, which had once been the center of everyone's attention, was no longer here. Lorcan had to get her back. He stayed up all night devising a plan. This was no longer a matter of timing, he decided. If he moved any later, he could lose his wife altogether. The next day, Lorcan had his secretary email Tessa's company with an offer to collaborate. Following that, he poured his heart into planning a high school class reunion.

One that just needed a little push to put him in higher spirits. After we'd demolished the entire thing, Noir had talked softly about his time in Milan, about what he actually did for the Black Rose. He was their information specialist, the one who could hack into anything, find anyone, make people disappear from databases like they'd never existed and he was also the guy to torture information out of people and tie up loose ends whenever Lorenzo wanted the ends messy. I knew that much from what I'd witnessed. He spoke about it freely with me, and I listened without judgement. I seemed to have begun developing an immunity for illegal shit.