Books By Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

Nicholas is studying him with the frank curiosity of a child who had never learned suspicion. Then, without warning, Nicholas reached out and placed a small hand on Dominic’s shoulder. It was nothing and barely weight at all. And Dominic broke inside. He felt that something fractured so deep, it felt like terminal. “I got a new book! Nicholas announced proudly. “Grandpa August bought it. It has dinosaurs with feathers.” “That sounds incredible,” Dominic said, voice unsteady. Nicholas beamed. “Do you want to see it later?” He asked enthusiastically. “Yes,” Dominic said without breathing. “I’d like that very much.”

“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…”

Several Weeks Later Jasper slowly eased his body onto its side. Mimicking sleep, he intently listened to the conversation between a young woman named, Cora, and the old nurse he’d heard called both Bess and Smithfield. He’d assumed that her true name was Elizabeth Smithfield with Bess being the nick name for Elizabeth, but names were funny things. He’d noticed the increasing pattern of nick names or abbreviated names being given to children at birth by parents wanting to be different. Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption.

he replied “But you’re also impatient.” “Can you blame me?” I shot back “I’ve already lost so much time because of Daniel. I can’t afford to waste any more.” His gaze softened, just a little, and he nodded. “I’ll look into it.” "Is there anything else?" he leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms. I pointed at the desk “The book earlier. Can I take it?" Nicholas grabbed the book "You didn't tell me you were into these kind of genre. Crime and thriller?"

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

This news was like a glimmer of hope for Nicholas. He wanted to take this opportunity to get his revenge on Caspian. Nicholas was invited by the Stewart family to join them in stirring up the civilians to go after Caspian. He did not hesitate at all. After all, Caspian took his woman away. He had to make Caspian pay. For that reason, he joined Richard in the uproar. As long as he could have Caspian deposed and turned back into an ordinary citizen, he stood a chance at getting back at him!

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. \

That fucking thought haunts me each night that I fucking struggle to sleep. "If it's not for the fact that she doesn't want to marry Kairos anymore. What else could be the reason why she left home, Isla?" He asked. Nicholas tried to pull me behind his back. That made his father smirk. "Well it looks like I am not the only Spencer who is physically attracted to you," he mumbled as he stared at his son with a hint of rascality in his eyes. "I did offer her to come to me once she is done here... you know me Nicho. I have a heart for poor people and I love charity cases."

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.

“Whoa, wait. What’s going on?” “Simple, I came to have sex with you. I don’t think I need to remind you that we’re married.” “I know that, but…” “I brought condoms with me if that’s what you’re worried about.” “So does this mean…” “You talk too much,” She pulled him back for another kiss. The next day… “I have a weird question to ask,” Nicholas said. “Weird is better than stupid.” “I don’t mean to be rude, but has your sister ever been diagnosed as being bipolar?”