Under Currents Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

“Why would you even—?” “Because of this thing between you and Noah? It’s not clear. You can’t keep living in limbo. If he wants you, he’ll come for you. If he doesn’t? You move on. Period.” Mira crossed her arms. “You said you were ready to move forward. So do it.” Nora stood there, silent. Her fingers twitched at her side, brushing over the silk of her dress. Her body looked different tonight—bold, sleek, desirable. But her heart? It was still the same.

It was a tiring and boring day. The sun hung hidden in the sky and sent a dull ray of sunshine to the earth. It was quite cool for an early september. Nora was outside her apartment, taking a nap on a rocking chair. Her hair was being blown by the wind; and she had sunglasses on even when it wasn't that sunny. She was wearing a tight baby shirt that brought out the shape of her elegantly curved boobs and bum shorts that screamed sex. It was her free time—the small time she can spend at home before going to work again that evening.

I rode his face harder, grinding shamelessly, my juices smearing across his chin and cheeks. Nora got down from the bed and took off her pajamas shorts before returning back to the bed. She crawled up his body until she was right behind me. “You’ve had your fun, Roxy,” she whispered in my ear, she reached out, gripping my waist. “My turn.” I rolled my hips over Christian's tongue one more time before sliding off him. Christian took the opportunity to catch his breath. “Untie me this instant.” He demanded. “Nope.” Nora replied, she didn't waste much time immediately taking my place on our Daddy's face.

He does not see what I do. That attention is not neutral. That awareness carries weight. That when probability is already strained, observation itself becomes pressure. Below us, far beyond consequence, Nora moves through the world. She breathes. She walks. She chooses. She does not feel the shift yet. The air does not change. The ground does not tremble. The sky does not darken. But something has begun to tilt. Not because I pushed it. Because I am watching closely enough to know exactly where it will break.

They were holding a jacket over their heads, and they were extremely close, looking like a goddamn couple. “Not again.” He rolled his eyes and ignored them, running up the stairs. The people he cared about right now were his mate and child. Nora was shaking violently, suddenly cold from the rain that had soaked her clothes. She walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch, wrapping her arms around herself and staring into space.

Mavericks pov- The second Nina got the go ahead for a break I took her hand in mine. I wasn’t going to give her the chance to back out, and secretly I was pleading with the moon goddess that the skin contact and the mate bond between me and her would help my cause. My wolf was still fired up, Lucas’s scent was all over this place meaning that he was close by, close by to our mate and the shifter side of me didn’t like that one bit. I pushed through the door holding it open for her and to my dismay she took the chance to slip her hand from mine in order for her to wrap her arms around herself, the chill in the air hitting her bare arms and legs.

" Mae said to Chloe crossing her legs, exposing her thighs. "Uhh well what do you want to know about me?" Chloe asked, "Anything!! Just talk about you!" Nora said. Nora had been feeling eyes on her since she walked into the bar,she could still feel them feeling uncomfortable. She's been dragging her gown down a bit and shifted her hair to the back to cover her exposed skin.

Chapter 8 The marble hallways on the 18th floor of Velmore Capital were silent, save for a firm step that advanced without hurry, yet without hesitation. The glass walls reflected light and shadow, revealing more than they concealed. A female figure emerged with the relentless calm of someone who knows exactly where she’s going. Her pearl-colored dress delicately outlined a composed presence, while a long, dark blue coat—carefully fitted—wrapped her in the elegance of a deliberate gesture. Each step seemed marked by an invisible metronome: measured, precise, leaving no room for distractions or doubts.

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al