Best Nicholas Sparks Books Novels & Stories

However, I might have strangely disturbed her privacy, so ever since then, I have tried to limit my visits since I couldn't handle her negative vibes. Good for both of us. As I walked to my reserved place, I propelled down on my chair. I looked at the huge clock hung on the wall across from me and sighed. I have 30 minutes to go. And, that means, I can actually read a book. Trying a little more to look on the positive side, I shuffle the contents in my bag and went for my book. I am re - reading the notebook now and I guess it'll keep me entertained. There is this unexplainable beauty in Nicholas sparks' writing that everyone finds amazing. No matter how old the story is, you seem to dive in

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Illuminated by the dim light of it's bedroom, the sparks were circling around his finger tips, dimming and lighting up in intervals just like his mood right now. There had never been a woman like Samantha and there had never been a woman who dared to reject him just line Samantha. Inhaling in a big puff of cigarette smoke, Nicklaus narrowed his deep eyes and stared at the ceiling to floor window if the opposite room. The smoke went into his lungs, slowly came out of his mouth and nose, and rose up, filling his sight. .... .... .. .... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your libr

Her days of serenity appear to be coming to an end. By the way, if you're wondering why Hannah is so cold to Clyde, it's because of that. FLASHBACK. Hannah took a stroll through the mall before deciding to visit the National Bookstore. She looks through the shelves to see if Nicholas Sparks' book has been restocked. This bookstore is always stocked with the most recent releases. Some popular books are always in stock here, but not at other bookstores.

This is the first time I entered the vicinity but the abundance and arrangement of the books look the same back in Pandora. I sweep my gaze into the row of book dividers and some books are familiar like an atlas, encyclopedias, and other stuff. I wonder if he read all these books. Even these books are written by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steele, and others stuff. Does he have this kind of taste? Or maybe they just put these books here to fill the space. I checked all the books where it is stories and I found one which perks up my interest.

I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a glass, deliberately bending over the counter so my ass pushed out toward him. Nicholas stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, his shirt stretched tight over his chest. “Put that down. You’re not drinking yourself stupid on my watch.” I turned and took a slow sip, licking the drop from my lips. “Your watch? We’re stuck here because of this storm and you still want to control everything. Loosen up, Nicholas. Or are you scared that if you stop barking orders, you might actually feel something?” He stepped closer, eyes burning as they raked over my body. “You think this is funny? Strutting around in those clothes that barely cover your ass, talkin

“I couldn’t sleep… I was looking for a book.” With little choice, Sparkle walked into the room and took a quick look around. This room was gorgeous during the day, but at night, with flickering shadows floating around... it was purely amazing. Really, was there anything prettier than a firelight? When she shifted her gaze back to him, Sparkle realized the glow from the fire shining in his dark brown eyes was nearly hypnotic. Which was a silly thought to have, so she pushed it away fast. “Would you mind terribly if I borrow one of your books? TV is just so boring and…”

I've encountered supernaturals who view such tales as frivolous wastes of time. A sinking feeling tells me Nickolas may be among them. He looks up, his gaze piercing. "I won't say it's a waste of time, but I believe nothing is truly gained by reading such...fluff." Anger surges through me like a flashfire. "What do you mean nothing is gained?" I demand hotly. "I'll have you know I've learned a great deal from romance books." Nickolas huffs out a skeptical breath. \

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"Hey, Nick. I didn't expect you back so soon." Nicholas walked over to her, feeling pride and ownership. "I cancelled my meeting. I wanted to come home to you." Sarah's eyes sparkled with delight. "What!." Nicholas sat down beside her, scanning the laptop screen. "What are you working on?" Sarah leaned back in her chair, a faraway look in her eyes. "I'm writing a book. My third novel, actually." Nicholas's eyes widened in surprise. "A book? You're a writer?"