Romance Novels Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

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

“But then again… it wasn’t the dress. It was her. The way she carried herself—innocent, stubborn, unaware of the danger she walks into. She doesn’t even know she’s driving men insane. Mary leaned in, whispering something to calm her. I kept my eyes on the road, jaw tight. My fists still itched from breaking that bastard’s face. Should’ve done more than leave him limping. The ride ended in silence, heavy as smoke. I cut the engine and stepped out, leaning on the car as I lit a cigarette. She hesitated before speaking. “I’m Norah. And this is Mary, my roommate.” Hearing it from her own lips—Norah—stuck harder than it should have. I held onto it too long.

“How about we do something normal? Escape for a bit? Want to watch a movie? I just downloaded that new rom-com everyone’s raving about, the one with the quirky bookstore owner and the grumpy artist.” I nodded numbly, grateful for the distraction. Anything to push the images away, even if just for an hour. Mira beamed, though her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and bustled into the kitchen. She returned with a tray laden with snacks: buttery popcorn drizzled with caramel, chocolate-dipped strawberries she’d made earlier that week, a bowl of cheesy nachos, and two steaming mugs of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. “Comfort food arsenal, deployed,” she said with a wink, s

"Tell me where your men took my children, Pablo." Pablo frowned slightly, a brief flicker of confusion crossing his disciplined features. "I don't know what you're talking about. My orders are to secure you and bring you back upstairs to the Alpha. That's it." "Liar!" she screamed, the sound tearing from her throat, bouncing off the concrete pillars. At just twenty-three, Nora had lived through more betrayal and heartbreak than most wolves endured in a lifetime. She had clawed her way up from the dirt, built a life, and protected her blood. She refused to let them strip it all away in a dirty, concrete basement.

5? Although No. 5 was not as hot as No. 1, nor as cute and innocent-looking as No. 3, she was beautiful and had the image of a mature office lady. She looked simple and capable. After all, she was an executive for a multinational company. Seeing Matthew walk towards her, No. 5’s heart almost jumped to her throat. Her eyes stared at the roses in his hand. Christina had seen No. 5’s real face backstage. She did fit Matthew Henderson’s taste, but Christina did not have a good impression of her.

She was fixing her makeup to make sure she looked good in Rodney's eyes. After all, Kathleen was three years younger than her. So, she knew well enough that Rodney actually preferred Kathleen more than her in terms of beauty. Who wouldn't like a younger woman anyway? Nora rose from the bed into a sitting position and sighed frustratedly. She put away her makeup and took her phone. She noticed that there was one unread text message from Rodney. [I'm here. I saw your car. The usual room?] [Yup. 501 as usual.] Within ten minutes, there was a knock on the door and Nora ran hastily to open it, feeling a bit excited inside.

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.

“Her name is Nora. Thirty-eight years old. She works as a manager at the Bamford headquarters in Paris… where Mr. Bamford is based.” He hesitated. “That’s all?” Rosa asked flatly, her disapproval clear. “Well, that’s all the surface-level info anyone in the office would spill. So... I did some digging.” “And?” she pushed, already knowing she wouldn’t like the answer. “It turns out her full name is Nora Danyon. She was married once with two kids. Ten years ago, she was involved in a fatal accident that took her entire family. She was the only survivor.” “Wait—” Rosa shot up from her chair and began pacing, fingers tapping against her lips. “Danyon? Why the hell does that name sound familiar t