Novel & Cerita Author Similar To Nicholas Sparks

My mom wears a sly smile as she falls beside Joxer,her perfectly polished wine colored nails pointing out. Miranda was the oldest among all her siblings,at fourty seven,she was still looking vibrantly young with her straight black bob hairstyle, cutting sharply just above her shoulders. She looked like someone you'd mistake to be my twenty five year old older sister. She had predative black eyes,non of which I inherited. I looked nothing like my mother,I was rather the spitting image of my father. "How was your date with patrick, darling?"she asked, flashing a smile at me.

Upon arriving, Nicholas instructed the housekeeper to prepare them a simple meal while he helped Anthony with his homework at the kitchen counter. Soon they were sitting down to grilled chicken and mashed potatoes. Across the table, Nicholas studied Anthony carefully. The boy resembled Olivia completely—his blue eyes, chestnut hair, and upturned nose. It pained Nicholas to see such a constant reminder of his wife’s infidelity looking back at him every day.

“Which business? Does that have anything to do with you? Would you even know what I’m talking about if I told you? You thugs usually just… fight, smoke and drink, right? All you do is race cars and go to the arcade! Do you even know what an acquisition is? It’s not even that, I’m saying it’s a partnership! “Whatever, it’s no use explaining it to your lowlifes. You’re just ferns in a well.” Nicholas corrected her. “You’re wrong. It’s ‘a frog in a well knows nothing about the sea’, you old hag.” Heather fumed. “How dare you correct me? Do you even know what you’re saying?” Nicholas was speechless. He didn’t want to waste any more energy being angry and slowly turning into a Chad. “Hey, Huntsma

Mike was soft and would not pursue the matter, He was a kindhearted soldier that works with fairness and justice, he wasn’t the type to take revenge carelessly Jared read the look in Nicholas's eyes, the cunning old hag of a man, He really was playing him, “Then let me set you straight on the family registers?” Nicholas Sanders cocked an incredulous eye at Jared” Whatever do you need the family registers for? I told I would register the marriage with the right priest, I am still in a fight with Rev. Peters,” Nicholas said smugly

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

Daphne flinched as if she had been hit, unbelief flashing through her features as tears gathered in her eyes. “No. No, you can't do that….” “I, Lukas Hawthorne, Alpha of Night Howl pack, reject you, Daphne Fox, as my mate” She glared at me, her jaw tightly clenched. “I, Daphne Fox, do not accept your rejection” she spat. I didn't see that coming. “Why the fuck did you do that?” My voice came out harder than I intended. “When you finally realize that little relationship of yours will lead nowhere, you know where to find me” she said and walked away without so much as a backward glance.

We began talking about random things, the shitty boys we’d dated, our crazy stunts back in school, anything that could lift her mood. “Goodness, we’ve lived,” I beamed, running my hand through my hair. Mira went silent. “You know, Sandra,” she said softly, “sometimes I wish he was more like Nicholas.” I choked on my drink. Why would anyone want their man to be like a devil such as Nicholas? “Why would you say that, Mira?” “That’s because Nicholas is the ideal man for every girl. He’s smart, hardworking, and above all, he loves you. He would never hurt you,” she said before downing her glass.

"There isn't any handsome guy like you around in Black Metallic City. And of course, there isn't any gorgeous lady like them." That young chap was Nicholas Simmer, the son of the leader of the Black Metallic City. The people on the streets saw such a scene and all stopped their footsteps to watch the scene. 'Who the hell is Nicholas Simmer?' 'He is the most spoilt brat in the entire Black Metallic City. No doubt this would turn out to be an interesting scene to watch.' "To be honest, I don't quite like that look of yours." Nicholas looked at Lucas. Nicholas was the most good-looking young man in Black Metallic City, but then, he realized when he was being compared to Lucas, their looks diffe

Other girls in the class didn't seem to think about what I did though and were quick to fall for them. As my mind wondered, I felt someone watching me, so I turned to the last person who had yet to introduce himself. He looked as if he cared more about his appearance, more modern and a controlling feel to him. From the corner of his shirt, I also spotted a tattoo crawling from the collar of his neck, but I was too far to identify anything it said. What intrigued me the most though was his eyes which were identical to mine. As grey as a rainy day's sky. "I'm Nickolas Sector." There were girls in the class who instantly fan-girled over his strong British accent, but his eyes wouldn't leave min

I have heard many insults from my classmates but being called a slut by your teachers is a different thing. Cannot believe they judged me this easily. That was so low of them. I wish Mr Winter to kick them out. I do not even realize when sleep engulfs me and soon I start feeling a soft caress on my cheeks that makes me lean into it. ——〃♡♡〃—— NICHOLAS The whole day I kept feeling sick and sad. My head was becoming sick of unwanted thoughts but my heart was aching for someone. Someone very special. My mate. Yeah, I could feel her sadness.