Nora Smith Novels & Stories

I was the beneficiary for anything Camila left behind, so there was no way Nick could bribe anyone to get anything from them, I was the only person with the go ahead. "I'll still talk to him, y'know give you guys some more time and space" Portia says whilst removing her glasses and looking up at the sky. "They make me sick" she remarks putting them back on and backing away from us. "Let's give them some privacy" Mira suggests tugging my arm for me to follow her.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

- Camille clapped back, her voice carrying a hint of smug pride. " If i wanted to, i could have everything about your dark history published on the internet and have your mindless minions trample you underfoot." - She paused, her hands outstretched, " And yet, I'm here, trying to make a deal with you. One million dollars, Irina, you're above that......" " But if you the almighty Irina Williams can't afford it, i could always go to Mr Smith...........i heard he's often generous with these kind of things."

I say, in a quiet and obedient way, "I don't see any reason to say no. I am usually less busy than the other maids, if that is okay with you, Madam Lea." Nora's posture relaxes. She turns to her daughter-in-law, raising one perfectly arched silver eyebrow. "Well, Lea? Is it a problem?" Lea's knuckles turn white. She forces a smile so tight it looks painful. "If she is what you want, Nora, then of course. Why not?" Lea spins on her heel and marches out of the room. Nora doesn't take no for an answer. She never has. Looking at her reminds me of how this entire nightmare started. Before the crash, before the amnesia, I was Tara Smith—a rising fashion consultant in LA.

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.

She slid her thumb along the rim of her glass, blushing and saying nothing. “Piccola, your silence speaks volumes,” he taunted. “Am I the first woman to find you attractive as hell? I sincerely doubt it,” Norah countered caustically. “No. But you’re the first to be so annoyed by it. You’re afraid to even say my name…” Leone went on with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Why is that, Norah? Because you’re tempted to say yes to me?”

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

Even Roman raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by my words. “They’re not fake?” one professor asked cautiously. “So you’re admitting you were sleeping with men for money and attention?” Nora’s lips stretched into a triumphant grin. “See?” she said eagerly. “I told you. She admitted it. She’s a slut. Someone like her should be expelled and disgraced. She should be blacklisted from every college in this country. Even if Professor Roman is backing her, that doesn’t mean she should go scot-free. She should be punished.”

sighing she heard Mathew tell her Dominco went out for a smoke. "A smoke?" Nora completely forgetting that she didn't want to know anymore asked Mathew with a stern questioning look, "Who goes out for a smoke break at noon?" "Apparently Nico does,well don't worry sweetheart he'd be back" Mathew reassured her,the truth was he didn't know where Nico went,hell he wasn't even aware when he got up,his mind was on the hot brunette that sat in front of him,his hands have been twitching since,he wanted to touch her hell the way she had been biting her lips and bringing her tongue out to wet then once in a while made him want to bite out the whole lips.

She remained quiet head bowed, looking at her feet. "Impossible, you love that Demon you keep painting all these years?" Norcia said, in bewilderment. Theodora couldn't talk anything. She know-how it would look to others. Loving an imaginary man whom she is painting looks like stupidity. "You do realize how foolish it is looking from my point of view, don't you?" Norcia asked her a little angry. "I do" Theodora answered softly. His anger disappeared at her softly spoken words.