Novels by Norahkhay

The morning came quietly, with the first light spilling through the windows like a gentle invitation. Thomas woke up,for a moment, he stayed in bed, watching Emma as she slept. Her face was peaceful, framed by the soft tangle of her hair. He didn’t want to disturb her. Rising carefully, he dressed and stepped out into the hallway. The house was still and calm. He passed Lily’s room, peeking in to find her sprawled across her bed.Her small snores made him smile. In the living room Thomas sat on the couch savoring the quiet place.These moments had become precious to him, a time to breathe before the day unfolded. Something caught his eye: a picture of three figures standing under a tree, holding hands. A sun and a smiling cloud hovered above them. At the bottom, in wobbly letters, she had written, “My family”. Thomas picked up the drawing, his chest tightening with emotion. This simple piece of art felt like a reflection of everything they’d built together. “Daddy?” Lily’s voi

Thomas stood by the window in the living room, watching the sun climb higher into the sky. The light danced on the glass, and for a moment, he felt a calmness settle deep inside him. Emma appeared, carrying pancake. She handed one to him and leaned against the window frame, gazing outside. “It’s a beautiful day,” she said, her voice gentle. Thomas nodded, taking a sip. “It is. Feels like a good day for something simple.” Emma glanced at him, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Something simple? What did you have in mind?” “Nothing planned,” he admitted. “Maybe just letting the day unfold, spending it with you and Lily.” Emma tilted her head thoughtfully. “I like that idea.” From the hallway, Lily’s voice called out, breaking the quiet. “Mommy, Daddy! Can we have pancakes for breakfast?” Emma chuckled, pushing off the window frame. “Guess that’s how we’ll start.” Thomas followed her to the kitchen, where Lily was already dragging a chair to the counter. Her hair was

The air in the house was soft and warm, filled with the quiet hum of everyday life. Thomas sat in his study, the faint scratching of his pen on paper the only sound breaking the stillness. He wasn’t working on contracts or plans tonight. Instead, he was writing a letter a habit he’d taken up recently. There was something grounding about the simplicity of writing by hand, capturing thoughts with ink. He leaned back, reading over the lines. The words felt honest, reflecting the steady gratitude he’d grown to carry each day. Folding the letter, he tucked it into his notebook and set it aside. The clock on the wall showed it was nearing Lily’s bedtime. Thomas rose, stretching as he made his way to the living room. Emma was curled up on the couch, a book in her hands. Her hair was pulled back loosely, and she looked up with a smile when he walked in. “Finished your writing?” she asked, closing her book. Thomas nodded, settling beside her. “For now. How’s your story coming along?”

The days that followed were calm, a welcome change from the whirlwind Thomas and his family had endured. The quiet felt foreign at first, as if the tension of recent weeks still lingered in the air. Yet, with each passing day, Thomas allowed himself to lean into the stillness. Morning sunlight spilled through the office windows as Thomas sat at his desk, a steaming cup of hot coffee in hand. His schedule was mercifully light, leaving him with time to catch up on work that had been neglected. Greg knocked softly before stepping inside. “Morning, Thomas. Thought I’d check in.” Thomas gestured for him to sit. “Morning. Everything good on your end?” Greg nodded, handing over a file. “Security reports, just routine checks. No issues to note.” Thomas flipped through the pages, scanning the concise updates. He closed the file and set it aside. “Thanks, Greg. Let’s keep the protocols steady for now, but I think we can start scaling back gradually.” “Will do,” Greg said, standing

The days rolled on, quieter now, yet Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that peace was fragile. Isabella’s note replayed in his mind, each word sharp and deliberate. Her sudden retreat didn’t sit well, but he wanted to believe it was genuine. That morning, the office buzzed with routine energy, a stark contrast to the tension that had dominated in recent weeks. Thomas stood by the window, the city stretched out before him. His reflection in the glass mirrored his unease. “Thomas,” Greg’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You’ve got a moment?” Turning, Thomas waved him in. Greg carried a file, his expression unreadable. “Still nothing from Isabella,” Greg began, setting the file on the desk. “But there’s a small issue we need to discuss. It’s probably unrelated, but I’d rather not dismiss it outright.” Thomas frowned, flipping open the file. Inside were photographs of security footage of a woman entering a building downtown. Her face was obscured by shadows, but the resemblan

The next few days passed without any sign of Isabella, and for the first time in a while, Thomas allowed himself a moment to breathe. He had taken every precaution, ensuring that his family and company were protected. Security was on high alert, and the team had strict instructions to report any unusual activity. Thomas sat in his office, reviewing reports, when Greg walked in with an update. “Morning, Thomas,” Greg said, holding a small envelope. “This just came in for you.” Thomas frowned, taking the envelope. It was plain, with no return address. He opened it carefully, pulling out a handwritten note. The message was brief: I’ve decided to leave. You’ve made yourself clear. Best of luck to you and your family. It was signed simply, Isabella.Thomas stared at the note, his jaw tightening. He handed it to Greg, who read it quickly. “Do you think she means it?” Greg asked. Thomas leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. “It’s hard to say. Isabella’s un