Nora Smith Audio Book Novels & Stories

Settling on making a quick omelet, I gathered eggs, cheese, and some leftover vegetables. As I whisked the eggs, my mind wandered back to the past couple of days. I wondered if Grace was asleep right now, or sitting up feeling scared and lonely. Tomorrow, I would prepare a meal for her, I decided. And maybe bring her a few of those books I had purchased. “Midnight snack, Kayla?” I jumped at the sound of the voice, nearly dropping the bowl. Turning, I saw Nora leaning casually against the doorway, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a silk robe that accentuated her slim figure.

Indigo replied in a trembling tone. "Then," Nora lifted her gaze and looked at the orchid through the bridge of her nostrils. She walked, crushing the saplings under her feet. The chill of the little blossoms tickled her feet. She looked at the orchid with flaring eyes and smirked, "Time to feed my fires."

NORA Nora's phone rings interjecting the music being played on her phone, with high hopes that the caller would be Spence, she applies her lipstick and rushes to the phone to pick it up before it trails off "hello" she speaks seductively, "Hi Grace.." the voice from the phone replies, Nora looks at the screen of her phone confused "this is not Grace, you must have dialed a wrong number" "No, it's not a wrong number... Grace, Why have you been avoiding my calls? I recognize your voice anywhere I hear it, this is Alfred" the voice added before Nora could cut him off

The smell of ash always proceeded her. Despite how freshly washed her uniform was. Smoke. Fire. Brimstone. No. Something older. Something that didn’t smell like it burned, so much as it remembered burning. Nora Carver stepped into the archives without knocking, and the air grew tense. She didn’t need to speak. I knew this wasn’t a social call. Not from the set of her shoulders. Not from the way her eyes flicked around the room once, hunting for sigils and watchers and everyone else but me.

“I can do this. It’s fine. A power boost to help make everything right. It’s okay.” Quickly, she reached out and grabbed hold of the ancient book. Nora clutched it to her chest and smiled. She turned to look at Winter and Roman. “I did it!” she exclaimed. “I totally did it!” “Awesome!” Winter said, smiling. “But wait. Somethings not right.” “What do you mean?” Nora asked. “The book isn’t glowing. Normally, when someone from the family touches it, the book glows.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s broken?”

Lira built a small fire near the doorway while Grayson checked the perimeter. Nora sat near the flickering light, the shard resting on her lap. It glowed faintly gold, then red, then flickered out. When she closed her eyes, she saw flashes not visions, but fragments. Kael’s face, blurred and distant; a vast plain of silver light; a shadowed figure standing in a ring of runes, whispering her name. Then she heard him again. You shouldn’t be here. Her heart clenched. “Then where should I be?”

Vivienne Cabot was extraordinary in a polished, finished way, and standing next to Dominic she looked like the correct answer to a question about what his life was supposed to contain. Nora looked at the photographs longer than was useful. Then she closed the browser entirely, put on her running shoes, and went out into the October dark. Three miles. The playlist she used when she needed to outrun a thought heavy beat, no lyrics she could follow, the sonic equivalent of a white noise machine. She came back sweating and steadier and she showered and ate and sat on her fire escape with a blanket and called her mother. "How's work?" her mother asked.

Mary snorted. “So dramatic. What happened?” Nora sat up slowly. “Everything.” “Define everything.” “I went to beg Professor Nelson,” Nora started. “Good. That’s progress.” “He refused.” Mary paused. “…Wait. Like—completely?” “Completely,” Nora said. “No pity. No mercy. No ‘I understand you.’ Just—‘you’re dismissed.’” “Ouch.” “Exactly!” Nora groaned. “Mary, that man has no emotional support system.”

“We are ready, Nora, it's about time. You will have your baby in your arms in about an hour.” *************** “PUSH NORA, NOW.” “AAAAAAA, AA-A,” “Push more Nora, you're doing well, he's already crowning. One more push, you can do it.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.” “Grrr, grra, gua, grra.” “Did you hear that, Nora? That's your baby.”

"The doctor says his levels are up." Ashley looked at her for a long moment. "Nora — " "His levels are up, Ash." She sat down. She picked up the dinosaur book. She found the page Liam had been on. "That's what matters." Ashley said nothing. In the corridor outside, Nora heard nothing. No voices, no footsteps coming this way. After a few minutes she heard the main entrance doors. She did not look up from the book.