Romance Novels Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Their surroundings were not only beautiful but very romantic, different love birds could be seen hanging around every corner of the hotel, some making out, some chatting while some were busy taking pictures. Nora's personality was different from Clara , she did everything Clara wouldn't dare to do, she turned the weak Clara into a classic woman who was strong-minded and afraid of anything. She is a playful and socializing person. Being with her was fun. He thanked God that her mind was normal, there was no violent side to her, she was only a carefree person and a shopping addict. He needs to meet Clara, but that's easier said than done.

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

And let me tell you, it was amazing! Ariana's cheeks flushed pink. "Really? What was it like? Nora leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, it was... electric! You know how in all those romance novels they talk about fireworks? It was like that. But even better. And, just between us," she added with a wicked grin, "I was the one who made the first move!" Ariana's eyes had grown wide as her face turned even redder. "You? The first move? I can't believe it!"

he added, glancing over his shoulder. Nora’s spine straightened. “We’re not married.” He tilted his head. “The priest might disagree.” Her jaw clenched. She stepped inside anyway, slow and cautious, like the floor might swallow her. The room was nothing like she expected. Warm. Dim lighting, soft leather, rich wood. A fireplace crackled low, and wide windows offered a view of the city that felt worlds away. It was a trap. A beautiful one. She stood stiffly in the center, arms crossed.

Nora said, holding her tight. “My boobs do have a healing effect.” Nora snorted a laugh as she held her tighter for a few more seconds before letting go. “I came as soon as I saw the blogs. Escaping the devil's den was hard, but not even he could hold me back from coming to you.” Nora rolled her eyes at healing Camila, referring to her boss as the devil. “Your boss is not that bad. I’ve met the man, he’s charming AND handsome.” Nora said, hoping to distract Camila.

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.

"Sunday. Morning. He knows you went through a black coffee phase." Nora opened her locker. "We're figuring out the details." "The details," Maya repeated. "Nora. He remembered the coffee phase." "Maya." "You went to his family dinner!" "Lower your voice." "His grandma texted my mom that she liked you!" Maya grabbed Nora's arm. "Mrs. Whitaker senior does not text anyone. She sends handwritten letters. She sent a text." Something warm and unwelcome moved through Nora's chest. She shut it down immediately. "It's fake," she said, calm and clear. "You know it's fake. I'm doing him a favor."

Her hair was caught in a low knot against the back of her neck, wisps framing her sweet, innocent, enthralling face. She was exquisite! Norah was a prize, a weapon, a lethal substance. And she was something he was craving for. Badly! His libido was becoming a monster, first hooked by spending nearly every moment with her for the past forty-eight hours, then feeling her absence while she was preparing for the party and he was preparing the press conference.

Nora commanded, and Dante’s henchmen complied, their movements slow and cautious, the rattle of their emptied belongings echoing on the ground. “You are not going to get away with this,” Dante’s wife muttered as Nora pulled her along, the knife still digging into her skin and drawing blood. “Oh, silly, I already am.” Nora replied, shoved the woman to the ground, and sprinted to her car. The engine roared to life, and the keys were already waiting in the ignition. Tires screeched against the road as she made her escape, her heart pounding against her ribs like a hammer. Dante’s furious shout tore through the air. “You are not going to get away with this! I will get you, Ms. Famous. You fuckin