Under Currents Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

of Kael’s final strike. ​"LOOK... UNDER... THE... SHADOWS." ​Nora looked down at her own shadow on the deck. It wasn't moving with her. It was standing perfectly still, holding a pulse-cane made of darkness.

"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.

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

Nora said in a low tone that reeked of fear. “You have time to go back,” I assured her. Vigorously shaking her head, she said, “I’m in for the long haul. I’m just saying that it’s really creepy here.” “That it is,” Anton agreed. “It is a wonder how you managed to survive it for so long.” “It isn’t all like this,” I informed him. “Yeah,” Nora chuckled. “Some of it is worse.” I rolled my eyes with amusement as I led them across a barren landscape with dead trees and no foliage.

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.

“No, I was searching the kitchen for some false sunlight. Why, what’s wrong?” The look on her face must have alarmed him to some kind of off set. “Nothing I just could have sworn that” she stopped and noticed that the piece of floorboard that had sunk under her foot was raised about an inch higher than the rest. “That?” Robert was watching her somewhat worried now.

Forty-five: Nora Connolly Nora didn’t listen well. When you spent your time fending for yourself, listening to what others wanted was usually the last thing on your mind. Roman dressed hurriedly and was running down the stairs. Nora, who was becoming more comfortable with her magic, snapped her fingers and was dressed within seconds. She ran down the stairs with him. “Nora!” someone was screaming her name. It took her a second to register that it was Winter. And that was only because she saw her being levitated up in the air against her will.

She was a very beautiful and alluring lady, with long hair that rolled down to cover her breast, she was just there on the ground, lying stark naked and breathless, with bruises all over. Bare and breathless, she lay there trembling. With her wide eyes, darting around, she checked and hoped for a saviour, she knew there was nothing she could do for herself anymore, her heartbeat drumming so fast and loud, she could not only feel it in her chest, she could hear it in her ears. And then, her fears caught up with her. The relentless wolves had already closed in on her, they surrounded her. In a swift twist, they turned into humans too! They were three in number, three of them, looking like they

She reached for her robe, then grinned and hung it back on the hook. Nora flicked out the light and padded barefoot down the hall to her bedroom. She felt her thighs rub together, her breasts swing just a little from the weight, and felt the nipples stiffen in the cooler breeze of the hall. The thought of her nephew waiting for her in her bed, with his eight inch cock raised like a flag pole in anticipation, and with the knowledge that he was about to thrust that hard member into her, was the greatest thrill she had ever experienced. It caused the moisture droplets to collect on her pink inner and outer lips. She hadn’t been this excited on her wedding night. Nora waited for a moment then sl

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.