Nora Smith Audio Book Novels & Stories

I sit next to Nora. She is wearing a bohemian sparkly sequined dress; the gleaming brightness of her dress contrasts her sexy tanned skin. “Hello, professor, I’m back. What did I miss? How are our people?” The woman who is sipping red wine gave me a teasing smile. Nora is doing a fellowship in Archaeology. I don’t know much about her work, we have been friends since undergrad in Cambridge, and since we studied different degrees, I did Economics, and she did Archaeology, our career interests are not exactly aligned, but she is good fun at parties and an outstanding museum tour guide. And not to forget, the biggest gossip I have ever known. The girl is observant.

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.

A small smile appeared on her face. Maybe he was resting. She walked closer. Just as she lifted her hand to knock she froze. A sound came from inside the room. A soft gasp. Then another sound. A low moan. Nora’s hand slowly dropped. Her heart began to beat faster. No. That couldn’t be right. She leaned closer to the door. The sounds became clearer. A woman’s voice. Breathing. Whispering. Moaning. Then Liam’s voice. Low. Familiar.

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.

Nicholas "Nora Smith and Marya Sanders are the same person," I whispered, the reality of the matter sinking in while my body unfroze. Instead, my fingers began shaking as waves of shock ran through me with such uncontrollable intensity. "And she is no doubt using her stepson to eliminate Eliana. She is behind it all," Allan added, while my eyes remained glued on the impostor my brother had married. How was he going to deal with it? How would he survive such a fucking painful revelation? I could relate given what Brittany did to me, but while I was young and stupid, Rob was mature and in love with Nora.

We've been gone for a little over three hours, so it is getting dark, and packmembers start to go home or to their rooms in the packhouse. Parker and I leave Mike and Julian on their floor and go up to find our mates. When I come into our room, I find Nora curled up with a book. And she is so concentrated she didn’t hear me, so I stop and just look at her, while leaning against the wall. She is so beautiful as she sits there and reads, and I can’t help but smile. I can see precisely when she realizes I am here, as she takes in my scent. She looks up, and a big smile comes from her as she sees me.

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

“Bye, Jayden.” Later that evening, as we walked down the beach under the fading sun, I asked, “Did it bother you? Seeing him?” Richard shrugged. “I’m not threatened by something I’ve already won.” Another day, we stopped by a small bookstore café. I was reaching for a novel when I heard a voice say, “That one’s really good.” I turned. Nora. She looked effortlessly beautiful, as always — tailored pants, soft curls, perfect lipstick. “Thanks,” I replied, placing the book back.

Nora replied as she stared at me pointedly and I looked away guiltily. “I'm sorry, I have no excuse. It's just that I got bored after I returned from the infirmary and something in this library kept calling to me.” I revealed and Nora merely stared at me silently. “I've always loved books and at first when you told me about the library I tried my best to stay away but I just couldn't. There's something about reading, it just transports me into another universe,” I explained and Nora stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face.