Nora Smith Novels & Stories

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.

And then, her silhouette came into view, wrapped in soft fabric, hair loosely on her back. Natalia. I stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray beside me, quietly, without turning around. I was not even sure why she came. Especially now. She didn’t speak immediately. Just stood there, watching me, eyes sharp in the moonlight. I glanced sideways, and she was already looking out toward the trees, hands clasped lightly in front of her. “I didn’t think you smoked regularly.” she said, voice low, measured. “You know those who smoke have the smell of cigarettes on them.”

"I have two options. I need someone to help me think through them." "Why me and not Emma?" She looked up. The direct gaze she'd had since she was small. "Because Mum is one of the options." --- She laid it out clearly. This was Nora's quality. Not Emma's circling approach, which arrived at the center through careful orbits. Nora went directly in. Stated the shape of the thing before discussing the substance. Option one: a PhD program. Oxford. Marine biology with a focus on climate impact on coral reef ecosystems. Fully funded. Starting in September. The academic path she'd been building toward since she was seventeen and had identified what she cared about most.

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.

“If it belongs to you, then, of course, it is calling to you. I hope this is what you truly want. To activate the stone, you must break it. I’m not sure what happens after that, but the witch said it must be broken.” “Thank you, Nathaniel. I’m going to retire for the night. I’m just exhausted.” “Alright, my love. If you need me, you know where I am,” I said as I kissed her forehead. “Goodnight, Nathaniel,” Dominique said as she got up and left the room. *****

Now that she thinks of the past, she only feels that it is too far away, so far away that it is almost illusory. Just thinking about it, a handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her. Rachel West was startled and subconsciously backed away, but she didn't want David Kim to suddenly wrap her arms around her waist, but he said solemnly, "Don't move, you got something in your eyes." James Smith's entire face is black. From time to time, the voices of the discussions next to him crept into his ears. "Hey, that ugly woman is Linda Park's assistant, tsk tsk, what a good way to seduce people."

However, Nora maintains her composure, creating a subtle but undeniable barrier between them. She calmly asserts her position, her voice firm yet controlled, "Mrs. Nashville... please call me Mrs. Nashville because soon I am going to be Nora Smith again." The weight of her words hangs in the air, carrying the significance of her decision to end their marriage. Nora's entrance to the engagement party, accompanied by Alexander Sterling, sends shockwaves through the room, leaving many surprised and intrigued, especially Terry and Jay Nashville.

She's stiff like stone. “Ohh, surprised I would survive?” She asks with a sneer. He turns to us, jaw still clenched. “Ms. Carlisle, Ms. Smith. Excuse us.” I gulp audibly before dropping the file. Then, I grab Nora's arm and drag her out of the office before shutting the door, cutting off the sound of their voices. “What the hell was that?” I ask in confusion. “Who's she?” Nora's gaze flits to the door before she pulls her arm away from mine and let out a sigh. “That was Isla Montgomery. His ex wife.” She grumbles.

Smith while he talks about his daughter. Alora Smith, the Ice Princess. When we were in kindergarten, she's always so cheerful and happy. She was always surrounded with people. She's a math genius and was accelerated twice. She was always glowing and the first time I saw her, I thought I saw an angel. We were very close when we were young but she suddenly changed after that incident.