Ren And Nora Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He placed one more kiss on my lips before walking out with Ronan, their steps urgent and precise. I turned around and saw Nora smiling at something Rosella was showing her on her phone. Great. She was starting to take away my best friend too. “What’s so funny?” I asked, going back to sit on the barstools near the kitchen counter. “Uhnm, I was just showing Nora this thread about this thriller show,” she said, and I felt a small sense of power at the way she stuttered answering me. Nora loved thrillers. It was half the reason she had such an interestingly violent nature.

"Nora and I have a Merger to discuss." ​Nora looked at her Julian—the man she loved, the man who was currently holding his breath—and then at the New Julian, the man the "Genre" wanted her to be with. ​The obsidian stylus in her pocket began to vibrate with a violent, red heat.

Perks of being a Wren, I guess. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and fresh linen.The bed was turned down, petals on the sheets, and a bottle of wine already waiting. I felt a twist of nerves in my stomach.It was stupid, really, because I was the one who’d called him. I pulled out my phone and called Nora. She picked up on the third ring. “Nora,” I said when she picked up. “It’s happening. We’re finally going to do it.” Her squeal almost burst through the speaker. “You are?”

Norah’s realized, “are you a pervert or something?” “Miss, you are misunderstanding,” ‘What’s up with the girls nowadays? Why do they keep fighting with me? First, it was only Eryna and now we have this lady and Renya making my life harder.’ “I was standing here waiting for my partner and I saw you walking straight into me, I didn’t have time to dodge,” Hunter replied calmly. Norah looked at him for a few seconds and then finally parted her lips. “Okay, I forgive you,” 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.

Nora gave the address and she wrote it down. “What’s your second reason?” She asked afterwards. “Oh, it’s because of Mr Don.” Nora let out a dreamy sigh. “He’s so hot, I just had to pretend to be homeless so I get to be among the few lucky people that live in his mansion where I get to see him everyday.” Well here comes the drama. Reene rolled her eyes, not prepared to hear Nora’s drooling on her crush on a guy. She’d had enough of that to last a century.

“I did, piccola. I wanted you to come to me, so I could feel you fall apart like that again. Under me this time… filling you up… making you scream over and over again.” Her stomach swooped and Norah turned her face to the window, trying to hide that she had toyed with the idea of going to him. She had ached with desire and had had to fight with all her might against the urge. “I need to find healthier ways to deal with my situation than cheap sex gratification,” she said. “Stop calling it ‘cheap’!” His voice lashed with quick anger, making all the hairs rise on her body. Now who was angry and who was laughing?

They moved fast. “Nora!” Lia screamed, grabbing Nora’s waist. “Don’t touch her!” Nora shouted. She slapped a hand away. Lorenzo moved. Fast. Too fast. One second he was five feet away. The next, his hand was wrapped around Nora’s wrist. His grip was iron. He pulled her close. His face inches from hers. She could smell his cologne sandalwood and smoke. “Make a scene,” he whispered, his blue eyes burning, “and she sleeps in the cage.”

I'm even only wearing a pair of home-made shorts that are easy to get into. Rena moved on. She moved to the side of the window that filled the wall leading to the balcony of the room. The curtains were still not closed, revealing a night dotted with raindrops. Heavy. Adding darkness to the cold atmosphere between us. The dim room lights did nothing to mask the tension. I stopped standing and took possession of the bed by lying on my back, covering my face with my arms with all the pain attacking my forehead. I don't know what else I want from this relationship. I don't know how to change Rena's habit of responding to the touch of the opposite sex as pleasure. Rena even considers her physical

Maya said, pointing at her, "was not fake-dating energy. That was 'I'm having a crisis about my feelings' energy." Before Nora could respond, Cole dropped into the seat next to her. "Jensen," he said, like he always did. Then, to Maya: "Chen." "Whitaker," Maya said, with a knowing look that made Nora want to sink through the floor. "I was just leaving." "You just got here," Nora said. "And now I'm leaving." She stood, grabbed her bag, and gave Nora one last significant look before disappearing into the cafeteria crowd. Cole unwrapped his sandwich. "She's subtle."

I left because I didn’t want his people turning against him because of me, not after learning about her father’s plan against him. He ran his thumb gently across the back of my hand, his eyes dropping to where our fingers were tangled together. “That night,” he began slowly, “everything got out of hand. Ariana came to me, pretending to…” He stopped and swallowed hard. I could feel the guilt rolling off him like waves, and even though part of me wanted to tell him it didn’t matter anymore, I knew he needed to say it. “She drugged me, Nora,” he said finally. His voice cracked a little, and he gave a small bitter smile. “Can you imagine? A whole Lycan, tricked by a she-wolf. By the time I reali