Under Currents Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

With a simple nod, Nora shivers as she enters the house, changing her clothes before heading to her place on the couch. Nova heard the familiar soft deep breathing and knew that her sister had fallen asleep. She also knew what would soon follow. She watches the shaking, tossing and turning from afar from the corner of her eyes and slowly sits up on the couch. 'The nightmares are bothering her again.' She thinks sadly as she looks out of the window at the light drizzle of the rain. She observes the dirty black street, full of trash making titter tatter sounds as the rain makes contact with plastic. The run down conditions of other houses made it quite a somber place to live in.

As he got to the door he turned and looked at her and uttered his favourite line, "I won't be coming home tonight, don't wait up" Nora knew he would be lodging at home one of his hotels tonight and she knew he won't be sleeping alone. He had a long queue of girls of all colours, heights and shapes. All Alexander needed to do was bait an eye and they would come running. She decided that he wouldn't come back in the morning to meet her. Nora had walked into the kitchen ignoring the chef that was busy making dinner, she took out a knife from the knife stand and walked back to her room. She had taken great care to prepare herself. She donned her silk long lilac nightgown, she brushed her hair, w

Location: Tiger's Mansion Time: 1:00pm Nora was still hanging in the middle of the basement. Enormous boiling tanks of water were under her feet and steam was coming out of them, horribly. She was sweating terribly on account of the vapour. The rope began to drift due to the heat and she continued to fight. She tried to rise to the left to get rid of the heat, but her act failed again and again. She was inhaling hard and her hands were slipping. Her stomach was growling from starvation and her head was spinning. Her face was red and her hair was all over the place.

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

“We don’t do it directly. We use a middleman—someone she wouldn't suspect. We trigger the craving before she even knows she’s been compromised.” Robbin felt a sick sense of awe at Nora’s ruthlessness. It was a perfect, silent execution. “Fine,” Robbin said, her voice dropping to a hollow monotone. “But if we do this, there’s no turning back. We aren't the survivors anymore, Nora. We’re the predators.” “We were always the predators,” Nora replied, turning back to the keyboard to find a contact they hadn't used in a decade. “We just got better at hiding our teeth.”

By the time Nora started to show, I already had answers. Not all of them. That would’ve been impossible. But enough to narrow the chaos into something I could work with. Nora stood near the open window of the main hall, one hand resting absentmindedly over the curve of her stomach as she listened to Elias explain something about energy fluctuations in the southern ward lines. The late afternoon light hit her just right, catching in her hair, warming her skin, and making the faint shift in her silhouette impossible to ignore now.

“But I thought you deserved the courtesy of a farewell.” I pulled my knees closer to my chest and pressed my back into the wall. Every instinct screamed for Ruby, but the silence inside me was absolute. I’d never felt more alone in my life. Nora crouched slightly, just enough to meet my eye through the bars. “Did you really think no one would notice?” she asked. “That you could sneak your way to the throne like a rat?” “I didn’t—” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Oh, you did,” she said, almost gently. “But I can’t blame you. It was a clever plan. Come in looking soft and fragile. Capture his attention. Hide your little affair until it’s too late.”

"Simply put, Nora was a slave that she bought on the dark web! Nora listened to everything she said. Not only that, but she's also thinking of buying a middle-aged woman who looks like Laura Jensen!" Avery's ankles went weak when she heard those words.

I told her and she nodded and followed behind me. We drove all the way to the northern end of the pack and got out of the car before walking into the forest, and not long after we got into the thick forest, we sighted her all-green painted house. I stared at Lena. "Are you scared?" I asked her but she didn't have anything to say. "You know you can't be. You suggested this shit. Better pray it works." I warned and she stared down at the grass. The moment we got to the entrance of her house, I paused to look around and then I stared at Lena. "Stand here and keep an eye on the forest," I ordered, and walked in only to meet Witch Ian in the middle of a ritual.