Norah Winters Novels & Stories

"The notary friend you wanted. Forwarded." Adrian: "Good. Now go." — For once, Nora slept through the night. She didn't wake until her alarm went off. Monday morning. The office was dead quiet. "Chief, going out?" Summer was prepping for handoff. "Grabbing breakfast." Nora made up an excuse and headed for the elevator. She was about to push open the stairwell door. "Dr. Ward." An elevator had arrived. Ethan Shaw stepped out and called her name. "Got a moment?"

That was when fate, finally, knocked on the door a second time. The sound of creaking hinges made every head turn again. The silence that followed was absolute—the kind of silence that precedes a natural disaster. Nora walked into the hall. She wore no silk, no lace, and no jewelry. She wore a simple dark suit, and her face bore the expression of someone who had crossed through hell and returned only to claim what was rightfully hers. Her eyes didn’t seek the cameras, nor my family, nor the judge. They fixed with a hunter’s precision, on Warren.

The patients, each lost in their own world, were confined to their rooms. Unbeknownst to the staff, Nora had slipped away, unnoticed and silent. The evening wind whipped through her hair as she stood on the rooftop of the building while the rain was falling over her face, wetting her patient gown and her hair. The city lights twinkled like a million stars below her. Nora, a ghost of her former self, raised her arms, her body swaying to an unheard melody. She began to dance a familiar dance before she got pregnant with Noah.

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.

I catch her as she crashes into us, lifting both women off the ground, which isn’t an easy feat with Lexa’s height. Ryan appears next, woozy as he stumbles into the foyer with Sydney at his side. It didn’t take long for word to get out. Family members start appearing out of thin air before other’s with the capability of jumping through time and space disappear again to fetch others. Ryan sees me and takes an audible breath before stalking in my direction. He throws his arms around us, smashing Lexa and Aviva between us to the point they grumble and gasp for breath. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a tearful Nora holding back. She’s sixteen–turning seventeen this summer. Her dark amber ey

“Nope. I hate you, I hate you Nora: Love you too. See you soon Noah dragged himself to the bathroom in the garage, turned the shower scalding. The mirror was fogged, but he could still see the bite marks on his shoulder, the claw scratches down his chest. He looked like he’d been mauled. He had been. “Get it together,” he told his reflection. “He’s gone. Again.” By the time he pulled up to the Christmas-tree farm, Nora was already bouncing on her boots beside a monster twelve-footer. “Took you long enough, slut,” she sang. “Shut up.” She took one sniff and her eyes went huge. “Holy shit. You reek of Alpha cum. Tell me everything.” Noah grabbed the chainsaw. “Help me cut this thing or I’m lea

’ He had asked her for the name of the spa and had ordered a team to look into it, wondering if there was a connection between that place and Weldon, other than his wife recommending it to Norah for physiotherapy purposes. The moment Norah saw him, she lost her relaxed demeanor, and her body stiffened, while her gaze was filled with hostility, coming closer to him, waiting for his judgment on her appearance. Yes… Norah Wilde was a brown-headed goddess… Leone could hardly breathe looking at her.

Norah breathed out and decided to walk away but then she saw Renya running in her wearing a blush pink gown, it was an off-shoulder gown and her hair was formed into a bun exposing her milky white slender shoulders. “You are finally here! See my hair has already gone white,” Hunter muttered sarcastically. “Huff...huff,” She panted and stopped beside him, her eyes shifting towards Norah. “You know her?” She asked Hunter. “Who? You mean her?” Hunter pointed. “Who else?” “Nay! She just bumped into me,” Hunter replied. “You look beautiful, Renya.” Norah ignored Hunter and spoke to her openly unlike her usual self. “You think? Haha! You praised me?” She was utterly speechless at Norah’s praise.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

Wendy set the cotton swab down and replied calmly, “I don’t want to talk about this right now.” “I know.” Austin smiled. “I just wanted you to know that I can wait.” She closed the first-aid kit. “Austin, I just ended a seven-year relationship. I only wanted to focus on the competition, win an award, and restart my career at the moment.” “I understand.” Austin nodded. Wendy said nothing more and went to the kitchen to pour some water. Her phone lit up on the coffee table. Austin glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number that had sent a video.