Tasting Nora Novels & Stories

She got a slice of toast, an apple, a hard-boiled egg, and a cup of coffee. After getting her share, Nevea went to the table near the big window with a green scenery from the wild forest. She sipped the coffee, feeling the liquid warm her body. "Hi!" A high-tone voice greeted Nevea with excitement. "It's too early for me to receive your sunshine energy, Lola." Nevea put the glass and took the toast, and bit it like a hungry wolf. Lola rolled her eyes. "I should say the same to you. It's too early to show that grumpy face of yours." Lola took a seat across from Nevea.

NORA The sound of plates and forks filled the air as they settle discourse on the table. It was a busy morning that day, waitresses and waiters keep going back and forth attending to orders and clearing tables. Nora clears her throat as she gulps down a glass of juice, she can feel his eyes on her, stinging her like a little fire placed behind her earlobe, but she finds it hard to meet his gaze. She drops her cutleries and moves the plate forward a bit to indicate that she is done with her meal. Spence couldn't stop staring at her, his meal has barely been touched, while she ate, he watched her eat instead. He has been stupid all along, young and dumb perhaps to must have allowed her to slip

Then, the question hit me like a bolt of lightning;Where am I? I tried to steady my breathing as my eyes scanned around the room, Landing on the silver coated mirror and my breathing hitched. I was completely naked. The curtain slipped from my fingers, but I didn’t care. My reflection stared back at me, eyes wide, lips parted. My body was littered with marks—faint red bruises blooming on my neck, between my breasts, on my thighs. And just like that, it all came flooding back. Last night. The party. The drinking. The way I sneaked out of the kitchen—leaving my mother behind, roasting duck and humming under her breath—just to get a taste of what it felt like to be seen. To be someone.

“Yeah, before he starts pacing the walls like a lovesick werewolf.” Norah’s face went hot again. “Guys, stop…” But she was smiling. Hard. The butterflies were back, fluttering everywhere. Kim wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, she likes it. Look at her. Look at her face.” Mary gasped. “She’s glowing. Like actually glowing. Answer the damn phone, Norah!” Norah pressed the screen with a breath she couldn’t hide… and lifted the phone to her ear. ———- Upscale Restaurant Natalia lifted her mimosa with the same delicate precision she used to lift her chin — gracefully… but just high enough to look like she was judging someone across the room.

I just needed a little more pressure inside me. I finally got what I asked for because he started pressing his tongue inside me . Filling me just slightly. He would flatten his tongue and swipe up and down along my ring , and then suddenly trust inside me as far as he could. it felt too good. “ you taste so good”, I heard him say. He suddenly stopped and stood up. I don’t know where he went to, but when he came back, I felt this cold liquid being poured on my ass. . “ you’re going to scream a little, just a little”, that alone gave me a mental orgasm.

I bit in — the egg custard, the crackle of the pastry, the caramel sweetness mixing with the rich filling, all of it hitting at once while it was still steaming. My eyes went wide. I covered my mouth. "How is this even better than I remember?" Nora looked extremely pleased with herself. "That's called nostalgia doing its job." Something warm settled in my chest. "I genuinely — you guys are too much." Nora winked at me. "That got to you? Please. I haven't even started. Don't underestimate me." I stood there holding the tart, kind of at a loss. Nora laughed. "Okay, stop standing there looking dazed. Tonight we're going all out!"

But by the time six rolled around, she found herself standing on Marcus Cole’s porch again, knocking before she could talk herself out of it. The door opened almost immediately. Marcus stood there, sleeves rolled up, apron tied around his waist, the smell of food drifting out behind him. His eyes flicked over her—quick, controlled—but something shifted in his gaze. “You came,” he said. Aire swallowed. “Nia invited me.” He stepped aside. “Of course she did.” The house was warm this time. Alive. Music played softly from the kitchen. Nia’s laugh echoed from upstairs. Marcus moved past Aire, heading back toward the stove. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

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.

Chapter 109 Aurora’s POV The night air still carried warm laughter. The kind that leaves your stomach hurting and your cheeks warm long after the joke has passed. Nick had insisted we ditch the “boring restaurant idea” and instead dragged me to a late-night outdoor food fair near the marina — string lights suspended like fallen stars, live acoustic music humming softly in the background, vendors shouting over grills, the smell of caramelized sugar and roasted spices weaving through the air. We’d eaten far too much, argued over which stand had the best tacos, and nearly choked laughing when Nick attempted to mimic the saxophonist who’d been dramatically performing like his heart had just been

This time, working his way into her with his fingers and his tongue focused on her clit. There wasn’t much Nora could do except moan her lungs out and grip his hair, holding his head in place as she went through her third wave of orgasm that night. Arlo finally crawled back up her body, his face slick with Nora’s juice, as he lined himself up. “Mmm, you taste so sweet... I could devour you for hours.” “Try it,” he murmured as he brought his fingers to her face and put them in her mouth. Nora’s head was spinning. Is he making me taste myself? she thought.