Under Currents Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name for herself and ruling the underworld which belonged to him in the first place. He badly wants to meet the stealer of his spotlight. He finished smoking the weed and disposed the stub before stepping into the jungle, the smell of oak oozing from him. The moonlight shone brightly on his dark tats, beautifying his bulgy muscles. He opened the creaky door and went in, meeting total darkness, but something feels weird immediately... The ground beneath him. He looked down to see he's standing on a cracked spot, and before he could move, the spot crumbled down, and he fell from the room to another room, the concretes falling on h

Take off your damn clothes and go wake up your husband. She dropped her shorts to the ground and pulled off her shirt. She gently climbed across the mattress and flipped him on his back. He moaned a little as he started to wake. He had always slept nude so it made thing much easier. She kissed his neck and guided him into her. It only took a couple seconds for Robert to wake and understand what was going on. He grabbed her tightly by the hips and let her do her thing. “Oh. Kitty Kat.” He stiffened.

Her head tilted slightly as she noticed me stir. "Hey," I said weakly. “Morning, sunshine.” She managed to say with a smirk. “Morning,” I croaked. “Well, this is cozy.” Nora snorted. “Yeah, the décor’s giving ‘serial killer chic.’ Love the ambiance.” I managed a weak laugh. “We’ve hit rock bottom, haven’t we?” “Yep,” Nora said, glancing around. “And guess what? No badass headline for us. No ‘Two Queens Conquer Island.’”

She bit her bottom lip watching him, the urge to kiss him sitting up in her. “Conditions?” Jace whispered against her skin. “Uh?” She asked his mouth wiping any thoughts other than wanting him out of her mind. “You said conditions meaning more than one.” Jace chuckled, letting go of her wrist. “No knocking me out or whatever that asshole did.” Nora said, getting upset again. “Ok anything else?” Jace asked. “If I want to leave, I can leave and you need to tell me everything about wolves and hunters. I need to understand all this.” Nora said feeling defeated tha she only knew so much.

"What did you say?" Nora raised her hands, palms up and she tilted her head at the tinted privacy glass that separated them from the soldiers in front. "I noticed you are nervous, and I thought that we could talk to pass the time." "Mind your own business", James growled at her menacingly and Nora shrunk in her seat. The truth was that since they left the Red Moon pack, Nora was dying from boredom and James was completely ignoring her. She would prefer to be with Alpha Edward in the car, but with Luna Layla present, that wouldn’t be appropriate, so she was stuck with this teenager who was easily irritated.

Even though the official regional charter sat sealed and signed on the table, and the outlaws of the lower gorge had long since scattered into the wind, an ex-Alpha’s vigilance never truly retired—especially now that his world had expanded to include a fragile, growing life. Nora sat across the room in the large armchair by the hearth, her feet resting on a hand-woven stool. She was examining a small, leather-bound ledger filled with trade projections and resource tallies sent up by Marcus’s supply caravans. Her brow was furrowed in mild, analytical concentration as she calculated grain yields and timber stockpiles for the upcoming winter months.

Alice asked and hugged the already-seated girl. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a shift ma?” Clary started to say as she moved the groceries from the paper bag to their respective places. Alice Whitlock, mother to Clarissa and Cassandra was a nurse, she had chestnut hair which fell off her shoulders and a small built. She sat down on the couch and took a big gulp out of the bottle of water Clary offered her.

As the Nashville brothers makes their way back home, unaware of the secret world unfolding within the study room, David and Karen are left to navigate the complexities of their desires and the consequences that awaits them outside those walls. Nora's eyes flutter open, her body feeling weaker than usual, as if all her energy has been drained away. A throbbing pain emanates from her private area, causing her to wince in agony. Confusion cloud her mind as she tries to piece together what has happened, wondering why she is in such discomfort. Summoning her strength, Nora makes a determined effort to rise from the bed. Each step towards the desk feels like an arduous journey, her legs trembling

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?”

Vivienne Cabot was extraordinary in a polished, finished way, and standing next to Dominic she looked like the correct answer to a question about what his life was supposed to contain. Nora looked at the photographs longer than was useful. Then she closed the browser entirely, put on her running shoes, and went out into the October dark. Three miles. The playlist she used when she needed to outrun a thought heavy beat, no lyrics she could follow, the sonic equivalent of a white noise machine. She came back sweating and steadier and she showered and ate and sat on her fire escape with a blanket and called her mother. "How's work?" her mother asked.