Nora Smith Novels & Stories

When Cora Shepard's husband's first love, Kimberly Hayes, came back, her first move was to make Cora sign a wager. The terms were simple. If George Lambert abandoned Cora nine times for her, Cora would give up her place as Mrs. Lambert. Cora agreed.

This is the sequel to Emerald Eyed Luna! Although, this book does stand alone, it would be helpful to read it first! King Wyatt and Queen Nina have built a kingdom that surpasses everyone's expectations. Their daughter, Sarah is set to inherit the kingdom when someone comes in and ruins her ceremony. Queen Nina's past threatens to bring death to everyone they hold dear. Now, Sarah has to not only prove her ability to lead but provide safety from the unknown. Can she fulfill her destiny like her mother did?

Jim has always wanted what he can't have—Alyson Langford. Since the moment he saw her, he’s been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in his heart he knows only she can fill. Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right. But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess it would create if Jim made a move on his best friend’s baby sister. No, none of it mattered. Until it did.

My mother never believed me. To her, I was always just a lying pup. In my pack, every cub wore a Moon Oath Collar. Red meant you lied. White meant you told the truth. My sister’s collar always glowed a soft white. Even when she pretended to be sick to get out of an exam, her collar only gave off that gentle white light. Mine was different. Even when I was truly sick, my collar would burst into a violent red, and the punishment current would follow immediately. On my sister’s birthday, Mother prepared a bonfire feast for the whole pack. Just before they left, a splitting pain tore through my head, and I collapsed on the floor, begging her to help me. For one second, she almost picked me up. Then my collar flashed red. “To ruin your sister’s birthday, you’re even pretending to die? What a vicious child.” Then she walked out with my sister and left me alone on the floor. I died alone on the cold floor. But when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer inside my body. My soul drifted after my mother as I whispered the truth she had never believed. “Mom… I wasn’t lying. I really died.” And when they finally found my body, the red collar on my neck was still flashing.

Ava was born and termed a curse from birth, hated and rejected by everyone in the pack because her birth didn't only kill her mother at labour, but also took the life of her unborn twin brother. She was the daughter of the Alpha, but was treated as a slave with her royalty stripped off. It got worse when she turned 18, but never met her mate or harbored an inner wolf. She was a disappointment and a shame to the pack. When the Beta's daughter was abducted by the Alpha, she decided to torture Ava more by taking her to school to get berated and bullied by other students. Not knowing she was helping fate take it's course. ***** Jaden was the Lycan prince of the Oman kingdom, the smallest kingdom but the most powerful as they were all Lycans far stronger than the werewolves. Although he was handsome with extreme powers, special abilities and solid figures, his heart was dark and had no interest in love. His parents' attempts to find him his desired lady were all futile, but his visit to a werewolf pack changed everything. With her sapphire blue eyes, enthralling smile, and alluring smell, the bullied pretty slave girl piqued his interest and entire attention. She was a diamond covered in ashes. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew he had found her. His true mate. But just as their love was about to blossom, something that has a tendency to tear them apart struck. Jaden's dark past and Ava's true identity.... Secrets bound to turn their love to hatred.

Demi Rose managed to escape the tragic events that lead to her pack's downfall. After being on the run, she finally found her mate. The only problem is when her mate brings her past back, forcing her to face everything she had been running from.

Four years ago, Marcus Blackthorn rejected me at our Dragon bond ceremony. He chose Clara Linwood instead. Her bloodline carried the purity of an ancient dragon clan, and with her at his side, he could secure his claim as Lord Blackthorn. He told me to wait one year, promising that once his position was secure, the title of Lady Blackthorn would eventually be mine. Everyone laughed at me for believing I had ever been anything more than a useful promise. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break, and I left without begging for a place in a future he had already denied me. I left his territory in silence and followed the Dragon Goddess’s sign to my second-chance mate, Caelan Frost. He was the Frost Dragon King, ruler of every dragon clan, and even a Black Dragon lord like Marcus had to bow before him. Four years later, I returned to Blackthorn Keep beside Caelan Frost, the Dragon King. Four years later, I returned to Blackthorn Keep beside Caelan Frost, the Dragon King. At the city gate, Marcus stopped me. He looked at my plain cloak, then threw a servant’s gray livery at my feet. “Stop pretending you have somewhere better to go,” he said. “My household happens to need a nursery maid. Take the work. It is the only future you have left.”

My mate bond with Alpha Ronan of the Blackthorne Pack had failed thirty-two times. I thought the Moon Goddess did not bless us. I thought if I endured a little longer, loved him a little harder, the next time would finally work. Until the thirty-third rite. Then the fire swallowed me whole. When I woke in the healers’ hall, my body was broken, my Moonborn Core was damaged. Only then did I hear Ronan speaking to his Beta outside the door. “If you love Selene that much, then sever the claim with Elara. The Blackthorne Pack can silence any rumor. Why keep staging accidents?” “She almost died,” his Beta said. “Ten years ago, the Alpha of Nightvale and his mate died saving me. This bond is how I repay that debt.” “I never wanted Nightvale’s bloodline chained to mine.” “The woman I love is Selene.” That was when I finally understood. The Moon Goddess had never rejected us. Ronan had. He saw my parents’ sacrifice as a chain around his neck. He saw Nightvale’s Moonborn bloodline as a cage built to trap him. And he would never know— the fire he arranged had already taken the child I carried. The true black-core heir Blackthorne had waited generations for. If Ronan hated this bond so much, I would give him what he wanted. I would sever the claim myself.

Tatum was just building her business when a tall, dark and handsome man walked in, needing his bike tuned up. Even though she tuned up his bike, he tuned up her life even more. Maddox staked his claim, making Tatum more desirable in the eyes of their retreating ally. Even though Tatum values the Mate bond, not everyone does. Can she keep her enemies away long enough to turn 18, or will she be killed before she finds out who her mate is?

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.