Nora Smith Audio Book Novels & Stories

"So? Just cut the crap, woman. Are you going to waste my time talking nonsense all day?" "If possible, I want to waste my time talking trash all my life to you. As long as you get to hear my voice, sweetheart." Rock sighed, feeling helpless and fed up. Just listening to this woman gave him a migraine. "Alright, that's it. I have had enough, goodbye," "No, wait, wait, wait!!!!" Nora shouted, seeing that Rock was actually going to end the call. "What?" "I will be serious now." "Why did you ask me to read that book?"

I mutter to Hannah, before focusing on my book. He lectures for an hour, but it’s all gibberish to me. He goes way too fast, but nobody else seems to struggle. Lina and Charlotte are raising their hands every few minutes, along with a few others. I slump deeper into my seat, trying not to feel too hopeless. Liam, sitting next to me, taps my desk. "Hey, Nora?Come over this weekend," he whispers. "For what?" I ask. Two dimples appear in his cheeks. "Drinks, food, whatever you li-"

I took my phone and played the audio again Mick, I’m so happy to see you… wait where are you going….. Mick come back….. Ahh someone please help me……Vickie…..Liv…. Help me…. Lyon…. Anyone... Don’t please don’t do this…….I won’t do anything, the music will do it all……What do you mean No, No….. please don’t do….. this….Ahhh “There is definitely something I’m missing from this audio. Come on Nora who was that, who did this to you, I know it’s not just the music but someone was behind this as well” I whispered

Confusion flickers across her face. “But I thought that’s what you did.” “It isn’t.” Nora’s voice remains calm. There is no defensiveness in her. No attempt to reshape herself into something more comfortable. “I’m not a medium. I don’t communicate with the dead.” The air remains unchanged. No thinning. No ripple in the Weave. No recoil. The woman swallows. “Then what do you do?” “I listen,” Nora says. “I pay attention to where something is unresolved. Where pressure gathers. Where it needs to release.”

"I thought your family might keep you locked up at the estate today." "I needed to get out of that house," Clara admitted, sitting down on the opposite sofa. "The walls were closing in on me. This library is absolutely incredible, by the way." "It really is," Nora agreed, sitting back down. "It is the only room in this massive place where I actually feel calm. I have been spending hours in here just trying to keep my brain busy." Glancing at the thick book resting on Nora's lap, Clara read the spine. "Italian grammar? Are you learning a new language?"

“You and the book nerd looked pretty cozy.” Otto’s jaw tightened. He slipped the card into his pocket before turning to face his friend. “Her name is Nora, and she’s a bestselling author now. You might want to show some respect.” Luke blinked, taken aback by Otto’s sharp tone. “Whoa, easy. I was just asking.” “Well, now you know.” Otto drained his whiskey and set the glass down with more force than necessary. “And for the record, I always thought she was smart as hell. That’s more than I can say for some people.”

Cullen made her nervous at first. Nora smiled gently as if she understood. "Brinah is only capable of so much. And you will find that as the length of time since she has died increases it will become increasing more difficult to speak to her. When you decide that you are ready. We'll still be there and if you wish to learn more. I believe I will take my leave of you now." Nora looked around. "This is a beautiful place. I'm glad that one of ours will be watching over it. Too many of our places have been lost to time and what humans call civilization." Nora didn't say good-bye. She just headed down the path away from the stone circle.

I glanced around before carefully opening it. Your place or mine? I want to ride on that dick of yours and lick all your cum. I’m so fucking horny just looking at your lips, my sugar. I swear my soul died and resurrected instantly. “Idris, is everything okay? You seem lost.” I jumped. Ms. Nora’s voice. The note nearly flew out of my hands. “Yes, Ms. Nora,” I stammered, forcing a smile. “I’m just… resonating on your teachings.”

“God, I missed that mouth of yours, still as sharp as ever.” Nora smiled half-heartedly. “Don’t. Your care is just another word for pity. I don’t need either.” Faith sighed. “So, what do you need then, my love?” “Ugh. Disgusting.” Nora rolled her eyes. “You sound like a stray puppy that won’t leave.” “And you’re like a feral cat who hisses every time someone tries to help. We’re perfect for each other—trauma edition.” Nora exhaled. “Listen, I didn’t come for therapy. I’ve got a migraine from hell. Just give me something strong enough to knock it out before I lose my damn mind.”

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”