Under Currents Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

I read the first line and set it back down, I left the food untouched, I crossed to the bar instead. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it burned less than it usually did. I carried the glass toward the window, outside, the sky beyond the grounds had started to turn gold. The fountain near the gardens reflected the last of the sunlight. I rested one hand against the glass. I knew Nora had spent five years in London. I knew she had returned with Beaumont under her control. I knew she had taken Andrade before I realized she was even bidding. I knew Alexander Ashton had met her when she was carrying twins.

"What I want to know is how you can think about all these. Your thoughts process, everything," Nora closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them to reveal her dark green orbs that concealed pure despite. "Because I should know it, obviously. That's what I do. I do computers and logical thinking. I can't say that for most of the men you call your aides." Quentin and Four openly glared at her and she smiled at each of them. Perverted lots. Pretenders. "Nora." Walter's voice was testing. "Yes, darling?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ", I already explained what happened. I don't know what else you want me to do."

She was laying on the bed, dressed in only a silk and from the way her nipples pushed against the thin fabric of the robe, it was obvious that she was not wearing any underwear. “What is it that you have to say?” I asked. She stood up from the bed and walked towards me in a series of sultry movements. Under different circumstances I would have found this sexy. Hell, the former I would have had her bent over the nearest table while I drill into her, but now, I was just irritated. Not even a semi. Her skin touching me made me feel like my skin was crawling…. Kennedie, she had ruined me for every other person and I should be wary, I knew I should be. All of this was supposed to be too much too

"They really treat you that badly?" "Worse," Nora muttered, looking down at her hands. But she quickly shook her head, forcing the sad look away. "Anyway, I am not going to ruin a good day by complaining about the Alphas. Besides languages, what else do you do for fun?" "I read," Clara answered, gesturing toward the massive shelves lining the walls. "A lot. Mostly dark romance and mafia thrillers. Anything with a ton of drama and people making terrible decisions." "Shut up," Nora laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot tw

It won’t be the safest, but the most viable option to get out of here. “Ma’am?” I snap back to find the woman looking curiously at me. “There are rogues like most of forests, but they will never be stupid enough to come here,” she reassures me. She thinks I am worried about my safety; I will let her think that. I flash her a weak smile and follow her inside. “Apologies for my manners, I am Nora, the head maid. Do you need anything?” Head maid? That’s the first I am hearing of. Omega, slave, or worthless trash is what I know, not head maid.

“I want to see everything…” And Norah did as she was told. Then her thumb rested in the crease of her thigh and she rubbed her fingers along the skimpy lace. “Do your fingers ever sneak underneath the lace?” His voice was low, unrecognizable. Without answering verbally, Norah slid her finger under the lace and stroked. A tiny whimper escaped from her lush mouth. She continued to tease between her legs. Norah backed away a little until her back hit the wall. She felt the coldness of the steel wall against her behind and moaned. Then, she spread her legs to give herself more room to maneuver her hand.

The patients, each lost in their own world, were confined to their rooms. Unbeknownst to the staff, Nora had slipped away, unnoticed and silent. The evening wind whipped through her hair as she stood on the rooftop of the building while the rain was falling over her face, wetting her patient gown and her hair. The city lights twinkled like a million stars below her. Nora, a ghost of her former self, raised her arms, her body swaying to an unheard melody. She began to dance a familiar dance before she got pregnant with Noah.

Since someone is cooking in the kitchen and thinking it was Angel she went out first to sweep the yard. She was sweeping the dry leaves and fallen petals from the ground when she noticed that the sun was slowly rising. She stopped for a moment to appreciate the view, she couldn't believe that Lola Rosario’s house was in such a great spot for sunrise, a prime spot to watch the sun gradually rise as if it were from the depths of the sea.

You have no choice Erik Three days later, I was inside my car watching Nora from a distance. I had not seen her in person for a long time. Even though she is pregnant, her face looks thin and emaciated. That bothers me a lot, she shouldn't be hurting for anyone. She should be suffering only for me. Yet, I will remedy that soon. She has her gaze fixed on the coffin, and she hasn't taken her eyes off him since he arrived. She looks calm, but I know her posture very well. Nora is about to collapse. It has been a long and tiring three days of mourning, and today is no less stressful. Physically, she must be very weak, and mentally, I imagine she must be devastated. But all this is working in my