Tasting Nora Novels & Stories

Nora took the subway to get there and she met other ladies like her who could not stop gossiping about the actors they are having a crush on and wished they had a nightstand. The head of the team came and introduced herself as Mrs. Beauty after which she shared with them their different tasks, luckily for Nora, she will be with the celebrities and some girls envied her. “You over there.” One of the female actresses pointed at Nora who rushed to her saying, “Yes ma'am.” “Get me coffee.” “What kind of coffee do you like ma'am?" “Latte with almond milk.” “Will get it asap ma'am.” She let out a smile and then many errands were required from her by the celebrity.

Nora makes grabby hands at a passing waiter, snagging a small piece of chicken on a skewer and then nibbling it in ecstasy. It’s a weird collision of her worlds—her mom, Nora, and Jacqueline Corbin standing around casually talking fashion and food. Monica looks and sees Clay and Tobias chatting too, looking like they are having a good time. Though she would guess they are not talking about apple butter. “I would like some too, if you have enough,” Monica tells her Mom.

Sara said as she stood up and left Nora alone. "'I won't leave you for a second my foot," said Nora thinking of Sara's words. Why did she believe her in the first place? she thought. Someone passed by offering her a glass of drink. She took it and gulped it all at once. The drink tasted so sweet that she requested more glasses. After few a drinks, she was feeling tipsy. She was drunk and she knew it. She got up, almost tripping things over. "Sara." She called drunkenly but there was no response from Sara. Good thing there were not many people where she and Sara chose to sit. She made her way upstairs to the room where she met a guy sitting on the bed with a lady on his lap.

Nora just seemed to always know the right things to say. “Hey, I brought you something to eat. You might want some food with all that alcohol.” I looked up and saw the waiter. He had a bright smile on his face, and he carefully set down a plate with a slice of cake and strawberries. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you planned this launch. You should be proud. Also, you do look a little different.” “Stalking me now, are you?” I teased, smiling as he sat down in Nora’s vacant seat. He had straw coloured hair and soft brown eyes. He looked young, but I knew he was much older than he really gave off.

I had no idea what to tell her. The masseuse reached for hot stones and placed them one by one down my spine. They were warm, grounding. I needed them more than I thought. “You know I’m not judging you, right?” Nora said after a bit. “I’m just… watching. You’re in a very dangerous love triangle with two very rich, very hot men and I’m just over here eating crab cakes and living vicariously through you.” I snorted. “You were hired to cook the crab cakes. Plus, you have someone… did you get over the flowers so quick?”

“How can we let a beautiful woman drink? That would really hurt him. Let’s change the method.” Ray patted the girl’s back, his hand sliding slowly down her spine to her waist. “Nora, why don’t you sing us a little song? We’ve had nothing but crude jokes all night. Give us something nice to wash our ears.” Nora didn’t hesitate. She got up gracefully and stood on the grass, smiling as she gave a slight bow. “Alright then. I’ll make a fool of myself and sing for everyone.” Having just come out of dance academy, Nora had a soft, flexible body. Her singing was on point, and she twisted and swayed as she performed with charm and enthusiasm.

Nora chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and turned to Martinez. "You must be Martinez Sinclair," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. "I've heard a lot about you and your family." Martinez nodded, his expression polite. Nora turned back to Cassia, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I want to see your work," she said "What do you think?" "Let me pass the contest first," Cassia replied, trying to sound confident. "Then I'll know I'm capable." Nora nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "That's brilliant. Don't forget to come see me after the competition."

“I… I’m not sure.” “May I taste it again?” I swallowed hard. Adrian’s eyes deepened, a blue so intense it seemed to burn through me, a haze of heat simmering behind it. It rattled my already unsteady breath. “You… want to try again?”

Elder Nora guided me along the edge of the room toward a less crowded bar area, her grip on my elbow both supportive and restraining. "The King will be announced when he arrives," she explained, signaling to a server who immediately brought two flutes of pale golden liquid. "Until then, remain here. Do not wander. Do not engage unless approached first." She pressed the delicate glass into my hand. The champagne fizzed against my lips when I took a tentative sip, the taste unfamiliar after years of water and occasionally watered wine as a servant. Before I could ask another question, Nora's attention shifted to someone across the room—a tall, distinguished wolf with silver temples who incline

Gripping the railing, I knock the excess snow from my boots, allowing it to sift through the grate steps. A wave of heat mixed with the savoury scents of toasted bread and stewed vegetables greets me as I step inside. Nora's at the stove, sleeves rolled up as she tends to the pan in front of her. She glances back at us over her shoulder as the outside chill disrupts her flow, flicking back a dark strand of hair. "Still got all your fingers?" She quips, tapping the spoon against the rim of the pan. I set the toolbox down in the corner with a soft thud. "I think so." I flex my hands as I remove my gloves, pins and needles prickling as the feeling slowly returns. "It's hard to tell when I can't