Tasting Nora Novels & Stories

he wondered nervously. He placed his ear above the lady's chest to ensure that she was still alive, but before his ear landed on the lady's chest, he sniffed a strong odor of liquor. “Crap!” he cursed, taking his distance apart and covering his nose. “Damn!” He cursed inside his head, "I thought it was a white lady, but it's just a drunk lady!" After realizing what he had done to himself just a moment before, he let out a soft laugh. He continued to tap the lady's face in an attempt to wake her up, but she appeared to be completely consumed by her intoxication.

She puckers her mouth before she takes a sip of her martini and takes a seat on the chair to face the auditioner. "I'm Nora. It's nice to meet you." One of my management staff makes his way to where the auditioner is sitting and whispers something in his ear. The auditioner sits up straight in his seat. His face is red and curious lines take shape around his mouth. He fixes his tie. Then he licks his lips as he takes in Nora, adjusting to her seat on the chair in front of him. I already feel like there might be some entertainment foreshadowing in the background.

Except, he sniffed, Titius shot him a disgusted look, he just smiled an impish grin in return. Nora wasn't supposed to be here until after lunch, but she was outside the door. Standing still. She smelled like Fuller's earth, homegrown basils, underneath the subtle champagne like perfume. Since Rhys was born half tracker, it was hard to hide scents from him. One whiff and he pounced.

They are both silent as they continue to drink and feel each other's presence. "Can I join?" Janice asked Chris with a smile when she saw them drinking red wine. Nica felt irritated when she heard her half-sister's shrill voice. She is not drunk yet, but she suddenly felt dizzy when she saw how she smiles at Chris. "Is it required to wear make-up in times of sleep?" Nica said sarcastically. Janice glared at her half-sister and fixed the strap of her nightwear. She purposely beautified herself before she went close to them when she saw them drinking.

As a Beta werewolf, his ears had the power of audibleness from far helped him in a timely. The giggles of some barmaids grabbed the attention of Karen who wanted to leave this cave bar was stopped by their conversation. A beauty interrupted his eavesdropping on the conversation of the barmaids. The girl seemed familiar; she was none other than the beauty whom he encountered just an hour ago. It’s Nora! Nora was forcing the drops of Black Pirate wine flavour, which is usually preferred by men of its hardness, to ease her troubled heart, which was previously crushed by witnessing the romance scene of Dev and Akshara.

I sigh in embarrassment. “Well, isn’t this great?” Gamma Linda says, putting her coffee mug down on the side table and crossing her legs. “Congratulations are in order, then. We have our future Luna. We know her wolf is strong because, like Alice’s, she was able to scent her mate even with the drugs,” she says with a smile.” All around me, people nod.

she said, forcing herself to meet Anna’s gaze. Anna arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Who goes to grab a snack at one in the morning? Huh? Speak up.” “Why are you questioning me like this?” Nora snapped defensively, trying to regain her composure. “It’s not like I’m a criminal or that I’ve done something wrong.” “Speak up, Nora,” Anna replied, her tone growing firmer. “Don’t make me lose my cool.” Nora let out a tense breath, her hands trembling slightly. “Well… I had cravings, okay? So, I went to get a snack.”

"Estrada." I turned to see Nora, Glenda's daughter and one of the few people I considered a friend in this place. She was holding a delicious looking fruit tart in her hands. "Special delivery," she said, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "You might want to hide it before my mother finds out." I quickly took the tart from her and safely tucked it into my apron. My mouth filled with anticipation as I imagined the juicy filling and buttery crust. Nora's impish smile was barely visible in the dim light as she spoke up, "I figured you could use a little pick-me-up after that breakfast. I know how much witches hate having meat for every single meal."

Brett said, holding out the ticket to her, "if you'd like to follow me to a Taylor Swift concert." Nora's eyes lit up as she took the ticket from him. She looked at it and saw that it was for a show that weekend. "Yes!" she said happily. "I would love to go." "Really?" Brett asked, looking relieved. "She's my favorite," Nora said, still looking at the ticket with excitement. They both smiled at each other, but then Nora's smile started to fade. She remembered where she was, what was happening with Killian and Lucas and Bella. She remembered that her life wasn't normal like other people's lives.

“Here. Take mine. No arguing—it’d be rude to refuse an old man.” I manage a small smile and accept it. “Thank you.” He beams like I’ve just given him a gift. “Nora cooks exactly like my mate used to. You should try it—you’ll love it.” I lift the spoon to my mouth, but the moment the food’s scent hits me, my stomach twists violently. Heat rushes to my face, bile rising so fast I barely have time to set the spoon down. “Princess, do you not like it?” Nora’s voice is soft but laced with worry. “Was the ingredient too much?”