Saving Nora The Movie Novels & Stories

These are my men he's using, and he will bring me what's rightfully mine, or he'll be dead. "Fine. We'll keep two bunnies alive. Everyone else will be killed. Get your rest, and we'll leave at midnight." Bram dismisses everyone, and I go into the pack house and to my bedroom, where Norea is waiting for me. She's the witch who saved me when Sydney slit my throat. She's beautiful with long pale blonde hair that almost looks white and a face like an angel. Of course, inside, she's blacker than night. Which is why I don't piss her off.

Jace yelled, his eyes locking with Nora, the same scene playing out in front of him as it did years ago, when Nora saved them from the Lobos. Ronan went to shake his head no. Years of telling himself he did not have a mate or deserve one flashing through his mind. He looked down at a lifeless Mallory but Adam pulled Mallory up and thrusted her to him. Moonlight floated down over them as the rain turned to a trickle and then stopped. The Moonlight reflecting on Mallory as if lighting the spot Ronan was to mark her. Ronan felt his fangs come down. Mark her and save her. A voice said, it seemed to float around him in the moonlight.

"She cut the AC cord, destroyed Miley's life-saving medicine, and tried to trap me—a heart patient—in a hundred-degree sauna. And you call that meaning well?" Flinching under my gaze, Rachel shifted uncomfortably. Her voice dropped as she replied, "Well, she's already in this state. Do you really have to drive her into a corner?" Before I could even speak, Katie suddenly lunged forward. She pulled a filthy cloth pouch from her pocket and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a crumpled stack of pocket change. "Miley, Jane, I know you both come from privilege. This is 30 dollars I saved up from collecting recycling. I'll compensate you. Go buy some popsicles to cool down. Just please stop holdin

It was the voice of Lucas' assistant from the night before. "Mr. Davidson said all you need to do is record a video admitting you damaged the car out of resentment toward the rich and publicly apologize to both him and Mrs. Davidson. The 200 thousand dollars is meant to buy your silence…" As soon as the recording ended, the entire lobby broke into chaos. Reporters surged forward, shoving their cameras in Layla's and Lucas' faces. "Mrs. Davidson, you left your child alone so you could go get cosmetic procedures done and then falsely accused the person who saved him. Do you have any conscience at all?"

“I’m here for a contract job your agency listed." Cain stepped in closer, invading her personal space and towering over her. ‎"Is this a joke?" His voice cracked. He glanced around the room as if expecting to find hidden cameras. "Who sent you? Was it Lydia? How much did it cost to make you look like a dead woman?" "I don't know what you’re talking about," Nora’s voice trembled. She took another step back, accidentally bumping into the door. "Please, you're scaring me."

“You’re better than this. You hear me?” But before I could reply, the restroom door swung open. A group of girls walked in, their faces dripping with mock pity. “You might want to check the hall,” one said, smirking. “You’re on screen now.” “What?” Clara frowned. The girl pointed toward the hallway. “Just saying—you’re going viral, Nova.” My stomach sank. We sprinted back to the hall, pushing through the crowd. And there, on the massive screen above the dance floor, was me.

Our waitress brings us the check and we quickly split it before heading back to the house to get snacks ready for the movie. Once back at the house we pack some cold drinks, beer for the guys, and a few White Claws for Grace. I stick a bottle of water in the cooler for myself and some grapes for if I get hungry. Our other bag is filled to the brim with al different types of snacks. Everything from Ketchup chips to fruit roll-ups. We climb into Luke’s truck and head to the theatre. We pay to get in with a half-hour to spare. Enough time to set the pillows and blankets into the bed of the truck and get some cute photos.

Claire suddenly approached and the conversation was cut short. Max smiled. He nodded his head. Seeing that Max didn't refuse, Claire immediately took Max's arm and led him into the crowd. While Adam, Max, Rose Fisher, and the others started partying, Nora was currently in the hospital. The doctor had just examined her and looked at Nora with a blank expression. "Miss, your pregnancy is still very vulnerable. So, please take care of yourself. Fortunately, your foetus can still be saved. If it had been any later, there would have been no hope." The doctor wrote out various prescriptions, including medication to strengthen the pregnancy.

The water was freezing. She found Jonas’ hand. But before she could pull him up, something pulled her down. Not bad. Not violent. More curious. Like a hand that never touched a person. She opened her eyes under water. And there was a girl. Nora. Younger than now. Very small. With gray eyes. She touched Mara's forehead. And said: Stay with me. Mara screamed. Not loud. Inside. She wasn't just saved at that time. Some of her had stayed down.

"Whatever she's planning, it happens in the next four days." I looked at the kitchen around me. Cam at his laptop. My father's coffee going cold. Outside, Seattle moving through its morning. "Come home," I said. "Tomorrow morning," he said. "Renner goes to oversight custody tonight." "Tomorrow morning," I agreed. I hung up. Looked at Cam. "A woman named Nora," I said. "British, Hunter-line, significant personal wealth. She's been running this from behind the ideology." Cam was already typing.