Romance By Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

Rose responded as she applied some lip gloss to her lips. “Until now, you are still not done looking for your Sisters!” Nora said, she pulled open the side drawer before setting the papers inside. “You know very well that there is nothing more important than looking for Sasha,” Rose replied as she took her bag for her to leave. The moment Nora pulled open the door, she noticed Ray. “Rose, your Prince Charming is here. I have to go back inside to finish up or I won’t get anything from the market!” Nora said while her friend blinked her eyes in understanding.

He warned me in a stern tone, and I remained silent. *** The following morning, Nora arrived with the poison. As Jonathan was about to get into the car, I planted a lingering kiss on his lips and whispered, "Good luck." "Don't worry, today I'll return after ending Katrina's presence in our lives forever.” He assured me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Afterwards, he settled into the car. We exchanged glances, and his car drove away. "Please, God, stay with us today and help us eliminate that despicable woman.” I prayed as I entered his house. Nora was sitting in the living room.

"They really treat you that badly?" "Worse," Nora muttered, looking down at her hands. But she quickly shook her head, forcing the sad look away. "Anyway, I am not going to ruin a good day by complaining about the Alphas. Besides languages, what else do you do for fun?" "I read," Clara answered, gesturing toward the massive shelves lining the walls. "A lot. Mostly dark romance and mafia thrillers. Anything with a ton of drama and people making terrible decisions." "Shut up," Nora laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot tw

“How would you know, Uncle Roman? You haven’t met your fated mate yet. But I feel it. Nora is the one. I just know.” Fairuza kept her expression serious, though she was clearly suppressing a laugh. Roman chuckled. “Fair enough, young man. I suppose I should know better.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “But what about your vow to marry Alpha Zoriana?” Luke blushed, turning to Zoriana with guilty eyes. “Alpha Zoriana, I hope you’ll forgive me. Nora is my fate. Please understand.” He looked so earnest that Zoriana couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, I understand, Luke. We should never neglect the Moon Goddess’s will.”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Clara finally released her hand. Nora stood in front of the door for a few seconds. The sounds coming from inside the room made her heart beat faster. Without realizing it, her hand tightened around the cane. The moment she looked through the gap in the door, her body froze. Javier was there. Entangled with another woman, both of them naked, with a face she had not forgotten since the first time they met. Before the accident took away her sight. Catherine Beaumont. Moans mingled with the rhythm of their movements as they gave in to their desire for each other. That bed was where Nora had trusted Javier for years. The same place where the man had held her every night, telling her that Nora wa

Before Matthew could say anything else, a soft voice chimed in. “Hello.” My eyes snapped toward the sound, landing on Nora. Her delicate figure stepped forward, wide eyes gleaming with innocence. That perfect smile of hers made people want to protect her. I watched the way she looked at Hades and Roman, her charm sweet enough to melt anyone. And the worst part was that it always worked. Men always fell for it. Nora never had to raise her voice or demand a thing, her fragility did all the work. She was beautiful, small, delicate, the kind of woman men wanted to fight wars for.

They exchanged words of endearment, their conversation filled with laughter, reminiscence, and dreams for the future. Course after course, they savored the delectable flavors that graced their palates, their connection growing stronger with every shared bite. The evening unfolded like a symphony of love, each moment orchestrated with care and tenderness. Nora who already had a sense of what her husband's wanted, intends to step out since she wasn't in the mood. She hopes to see him asleep by the time she returns into the room. As Nora stepped outside into the cool night air, she couldn't shake the conflicting emotions swirling within her. The romantic atmosphere that Desmond had painstakingl

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.