Under Currents Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Then silence again. Maya’s ears are ringing. She slides along the wall, trying to orient herself. The room they’re in is large. It's about twenty by thirty, with bookshelves lining two walls, a massive desk in the centre, and leather chairs scattered like islands. She's been here so many times that in daylight she could navigate it quite easily. In darkness, every step is a gamble. Light footsteps circle somewhere near the centre of the room. “You underestimated me,” Nora says, her voice moving. “That was your first mistake. Thinking I’d hide the ledger where you’d expect to find it. Thinking I’d let you walk in here and take it without a fight. You’ve spent years watching David. You never o

“You look like a dish served to bloodshot eyes. Are you still avoiding the library wards, or are you just getting good at not dying from being electrocuted?” I chuckled softly. “Busy.” “Oh busy. Sure.” He waved a dismissive hand, brow quirking up as he crossed his arms. “But busy doing?” I started to answer, and then paused. Technically, I hadn’t stopped moving long enough to speak. Technically, it hadn’t even been a blink. But they both saw it. Nora stepped around the fountain toward me, fingers brushing against my arm. She didn’t start at the faint twitch of magic beneath my skin. Didn’t acknowledge it at all. But her smile faltered. Just a little. Like she knew something predatory slept w

We’re horrified of what we don’t know. In the little pot of people with no social class, the lowest of the lowest she was always like a diamond among stones. With her curly and long black hair, the slim figure, that mischievous smile and seductive look in her green eyes, Camila moved her hips here and there, behaving as the mother she was at day but not at night.

“Okay, listen. We target the tech philanthropists next. Young, rich, and eager to fix the world.” Natalia looked skeptical. “They won’t touch anything remotely linked to your past.” Nico smirked. “Which is why we’re clean. Transparent. And backed by Sienna Falcone. You have no idea how powerful her name’s become.” Sienna looked up from her tablet, touched. “You’ve done more in one year than I’ve managed in three.” Nico shrugged. “I owe you. And those women? They deserve a second chance. Like we all did.”

She and I freeze as we watch them disappear around the bend, ignoring us thankfully. “Those have to be more Gammas,” she claims. I nod. “We can’t stay here, or we’ll all die,” she cries before starting to drive. I keep staring out the window to see if anyone is coming our way, but I don’t see a single person. She speeds away, heading toward the city where we can find an entrance to the Underworld. I haven’t stopped praying since we left the estate. I hope everyone makes it out alive. But I know that’s not realistic.

It was rather unfortunate that Nora was standing on them bare feet. She was in the middle of nowhere, standing on an abandoned railway. All alone. Nora struggled to take a step ahead but the piercing effect of the sharp gravels won't let her. She lifted a foot to examine her soles and as expected, they were cracked and bleeding as if she had been walking on them for ages. Had she? She could go no further ahead but if she persisted there, she might never find help. Nora ignored the aching whacks traveling from her feet to her gut and set on moving forward. She as well ignored the tremendously huge bushes on either side of her which seemed to contain a variety of living organisms in it judging

She sobbed and I tried my best not to chuckle at her face. I nodded and smiled. This is where everything will start. We entered Oakcross that instant, not wasting any time. The two wolves disturbed the quiet and peaceful grasslands as they ravishingly graced their way. Silvanna was leading the way, she is the most excited one, I can totally see. Nero was just moderately running while my arms tightly wrapped around his neck. It was such a peaceful ride, and it still feels unreal. Having him here… and feeling his warmth. I wonder where this decision will take me. Either way, I feel like I have no regrets. Nero can take me anywhere if it will take me to the truth.

Elsewhere. Nora is currently having sex with Anthony. "Nora! Stop screaming, you're just making me more excited!" Anthony hisses as he pulls Nora's hands above her head. “Oh my God… Anthony! STOP, YOU BASTARD!!” Nora screamed, her body struggling, her legs trying to kick, but Anthony was much stronger. Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, and her tears were already streaming down her cheeks. Yes, Nora’s body was no longer tied up. Anthony had released her so she’d be more aroused if she kept struggling.

He couldn’t. Roman’s expression darkened. “Then she’s either a fool… or she knows something we don’t.” “Both,” Kael muttered. “And she’s got numbers.” Roman’s gaze flicked to Nora. “We move at dawn.” She shook her head. “No. We are moving now.” The streets of Vale were drowned in water and moonlight. Shadows moved along the walls, their eyes gleaming faint gold, the enemy pack. Nora led the charge this time, every step heavy with purpose. Her boots splashed through the puddles as she raised her hand, the mark pulsing like a living heart.

Luca just saved my life. We move back to back, covering each other in ways that feel both alien and instinctive. The blood between us, the betrayals, the lies—they don’t matter here. What matters is that Sabrina is upstairs, and if we fall, she falls too. But Nora isn’t here yet. She’s a shadow, pulling strings from deeper inside the estate. She’s letting her men bleed for her, because she always has. And that terrifies me more than the bullets. The chandeliers above us sway violently as another blast rips through the east wing. Shards of crystal rain down, slicing open cheeks, arms, throats.