Nora Smith Novels & Stories

She paused the music on her phone and flashed a bright, easy smile. “You must be the new tutor, right?” I glanced at my phone to confirm. Nora Sinclair, 22-year-old college girl. Chemistry major needing help prepping for her upcoming exams. The photo matched, though the real thing was far more vibrant in person. “Yeah, Enzo Lorenzo,” I replied. “We had an appointment for…” She smiled again, playful and a little breathless, already swaying lightly back into the rhythm even without the music. “Sorry, I get carried away sometimes. Just give me a sec.”

"The authorities... the scientists... they'll dissect you." ​"With what?" Nora asked, stepping toward him. As she moved, the floorboards beneath her feet sprouted small, white lilies—the same flowers from the Billionaire’s suite, now growing in real Brooklyn soil. "There is no 'Data' to extract. There is no 'Code' to study. I am a Physical Metaphor. You can't dissect a meaning." ​Nora looked at the Co-Writer. Catherine was staring at her red pen, which had snapped in half during the pulse.

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."

Then his voice came, colder than before. “And who told you we were more than that?” “Your beloved Kire, of course,” Nora replied. And this time, she turned deliberately to face the woman across from her. Whatever arrogance Kire had moments ago had melted. “The rumors are everywhere,” she continued. “But kindly tattoo it into her silicone-filled skull that a secondhand man masquerading as a god is not my type.” With that. She ended the call. No hesitation, just the calm stare of a woman who had already set the bridge on fire…

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.

Fred comforted Nora for a few moments, and Nora knew that he was Edgar’s cousin, so she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. At that moment, footsteps sounded at the door. Owen and his wife came over, not looking good, especially his was worried. Because Renee was taken into custody! Nora sighed,he carefully placed Daphne’s hand on the quilt, and coldly spoke: "Mr Smith What are you doing here?Haven’t you and your family done much damage for one day.” Owen stared at Daphne. The girl lay still, as if asleep. Nora smiled bitterly, "The doctor said she doesn't want to wake up, Mr Smith, are you satisfied?"

Then a last sentence: “Nora lives.”

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.”

Chloe watched her friend, unable to find the words to comfort her. Among their circle—Chloe, Lyra, and Summer (who was currently abroad)—Nora had always been the strongest, the most grounded. A top graduate from the National Military Academy, Nora had been a rising star with a brilliant career ahead of her. She had given all of that up to marry Nicholas and become a full-time mother. Everything Chloe knew about self-defense, marksmanship, and racing, she had learned from Nora. Seeing this warrior-woman reduced to tears over a cheating husband felt like watching a monument crumble.

“It’s none of my business. Your mother was already in poor health and should’ve died long ago. It’s good that she died. Think of it as payment for my mother’s life. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She kept denying everything and used her mother’s death as an excuse. I lowered my head and took out her mother’s medical record from the drawer. My mother left it before she died. My tone turned cold. “Jaime, you knew long ago that your mother’s surgery had a very low chance of success. You kept lying to yourself. Doctors aren’t all‑powerful. They can’t bring the dead back to life. You spent ten years torturing my mother and me, blaming everything on us. Now my mother is dead, and I won’t live much l