Romance By Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

I just did not know traffic would be so bad that time. I was late for that blind date, and traffic was not moving. I saw the big buildings along Paseo de Roxas, and thought I will just walk towards the Pacific Plaza where I would be meeting that girl Terry set me up with. I opened the door and was about to close it when someone bumped on me. I turned around and gasped. It was Nia. But she looked so different. She's wearing a red blouse which suited her so well with her fair complexion, long, straight hair, and light make up. She's so breathtakingly beautiful. We both stared at each other until we heard the driver shouting at us to give way to a passenger. I put my arm around her and steered

Matt and Adam looked at each other and got quiet trying to listen to the conversation. “I don't know if Nora has a wolf or is one but her ancestors were until they were cursed. It's the ultimate Romeo and Juliet scenario but unlike Romeo and Juliet, Juilett kills Romeo and forgets she loved him. You’ll have to do some research on your own about Nora. This is all the book has.” Thomas said. “Ok Thank you. I will send for the information and book shortly.” Jace said, ending the call.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

The suite smelled of lilies, new carpet, and the sharp sweetness of expensive champagne that had already gone warm. Nora stood barefoot on the balcony in her silk slip, thirty stories above the city, watching headlights crawl along the wet street below. Tomorrow at four o’clock she would walk down an aisle in a dress that cost more than her first car and say yes to a man she loved in the careful, practical way that made sense on paper. Tonight the paper didn’t matter.

Nora stepped into the hall, and for a long moment, time itself seemed to freeze. She walked down the aisle with quiet, breathtaking grace. She was draped in an exquisite, sweeping gown of woven silver thread and soft white velvet that shimmered like fresh snow under the candlelight. Her dark chestnut hair fell in loose, elegant waves over her shoulders, crowned by a delicate silver tiara set with raw moonstones. In her hands, she carried a simple bouquet of winter roses, but it was the radiant glow of her skin—and the brilliant, luminous silver aura flickering softly around her—that captured every eye in the room. As her hazel eyes met Dominic’s golden gaze, a soft, radiant smile broke acros

“I’d be offended if you did.” They stood there, snow falling softly around them, two enemies pretending not to feel the strange pull crackling between them. “You’re a widower,” Nyra said suddenly. Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “She died three years ago,” Nyra continued, her tone softer now. “I know.” Silence stretched. “You did your homework,” he said. “I always do.” Another pause. Then she smiled again—dangerous, teasing. “Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.”

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

I laughed. "Madam Roserta is a great teacher. And you are an exceptional student," he said…and then he shifted and looked at the sky, his ears red, and I thought it was because he's freezing. "That…and the fact that you look so beautiful tonight. It's easy to charm people when you look as dazzling as the night sky," he said, softly. There it is again. The flame in my nerves and the butterflies in my stomach and the fireworks in my chest. I can't look at him all of a sudden. As if looking at him was too much, and that I would combust again. And his hands were still holding mine, and I'm too aware of his skin on mine; his broad shoulders too close to mine.