Romance Novels Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

She instinctively glanced at Jeremy. He frowned. "Sabrina, don't be sarcastic." Seeing that I did not respond, Everly dropped the pretense entirely. She tilted her head, her face innocent. "These past few years, it's all thanks to your support, Sabrina, that I get to wear such nice clothes. But I should thank Jeremy, too. He said this color makes my skin look fair and...makes me look especially youthful." She emphasized the word 'youthful,' and her gaze was openly provocative.

Wednesday morning arrived clear and cold. The kind of cold that felt decisive rather than unpleasant was the island's version of an exhale, the air stripped of everything that wasn't necessary. Nora was at the Vault's third-floor table by seven-fifty with the manuscript open and the completed notebook pages organized in order, and she was reading the third section's translation when Caspian came through the door at eight o'clock exactly with two cups of coffee and the unhurried quality of someone who had been awake for a while and had organized himself for this specific morning.

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

I reached for her hand as we entered the room, the gathered crowd parting like waves before us. She didn’t pull away. She never did anymore. “Smile,” I whispered, and she obeyed. They all looked at her, mesmerized. They saw the beauty, the power, the dangerous allure that came from standing at my side. None of them could see the cracks beneath the surface. That was mine alone to see. They could look, but they couldn’t touch what fucking belonged to me. Sabrina was mine… mine in every sense of the word. Mine to touch.

The city below had started to wake — vendors rolling open metal stalls, early workers stepping into the mist — yet it all felt distant, like she was watching someone else’s world continue while hers stood still. Roman was still asleep on the couch, arm thrown over his face, the other curled around the gun resting loosely in his hand. He hadn’t let go of it since last night. The room still smelled faintly of blood and burnt sage. Nora’s wolf stirred under her skin — restless, alert — but quiet in its own way. Since the battle at the riverfront, everything inside her had shifted. Kael’s last words echoed like a ghost in her head. “The truth will never save you, Nora. Only what you choose to pr

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

"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

He could be seen in his slouchy posture while slowly picked up all the papers on the ground. Loki almost shocked, and sweat, even had a tinge of guilt, whether she would help him or not. She sighed, and went to the man who picked up all the files. Loki apologized and helped him picked up all the papers while she immediately closed her eyes and apologized again for what happened but after she opened her eyes, and held one of the papers. Loki saw a few letters name of a man "N, A, and O". It is shown, Nao is a listed on the certificate who won a game infamous Dark PVP.

There is nothing to think of again,I am going to tell Richard over dinner that I accept his proposal and I will be glad to be his bestie but won't that be strange Although he family knows about it or should I just tell him when we are working tomorrow OMG, I'm so in love,I danced all around,my heart was filled with laughter,but should I at least tell Bianca about it ,if I am to date her brother she should know about it No,I bet Richard must have told her all about it,they don't keep secrets from themselves. Since am not working I just have to wait for Bianca to be back from college so we can have a girl time together. Martha is not also around at the moment and Richard leaving me all alone i