Books By Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

I hurried back to the living room and sat next to Zach. "Here is the book!" I said so and handed it to him. "The notebook by Nicholas Sparks," he read the front page. It was a hardbound copy. "I hope it is not terrible," commented Zach. I thought he was going to read it, but he placed it with the book he was reading on the table. "Read it first before you say anything," I said with a smile. Suddenly, his cell phone, which was on the table, rang. It was his grandfather calling. He took it with hesitation and answered.

He’d already faxed and scanned and emailed all of the relevant financial documents back to his office in Manhattan, and Luke had confirmed receipt of them within seconds of Nicholas sending them off. So now, all Nicholas had to do was wait. He turned another page in the book, finding himself lost in a world that was not his own. It was wonderful to escape for a few moments, and he promised himself that he would do this more often. He'd forgotten the simple pleasure of reading. The pages turned quickly under his fingers until he reached a new chapter where a certain character named Molly appeared. And then, Nicholas’ concentration was shot. His mind went to the only Molly he’d ever known.

She asked, coming to sit on the opposite sofa. "I'm just worried about Sofia," she exhaled ruefully. "What did she want to talk about?" "The Spark." "Yeah, it's starting tomorrow, I know," she said, leaning forward. "No, it's not." "Yes, it is, haven't you seen..." Her voice trailed off, as she watched Tanya's face. Alicia gasped, "Don't tell me..." Tanya sighed, "I need to draft some documents, I'll turn off the lights don't worry."

They were full of insecurities and emptiness, but they never acknowledged it, it was unimportant for them, especially for Lucas, who’s priorities never included himself. It was currently fall season in London, as dry red and gold assorted into the scenery of paved footpaths and busy streets in a subtle, but eye-catching way. It was a Sunday and it was the only morning where Lucas could actually relax, without stressing about waking up early. He was up till late the previous night, trying to start on his new art assignment, but he had no inspiration, which eventually made him give up, as he fell short of ideas and went to sleep, while cuddling Evy.

His suspicions got cleared after few seconds as Clarissa closed the book with a thud and put it back in it’s place, rolling her eyes in disgust. Asshole! She is a fool to believe that he’s into romance novels, which explains his cold personality. Now she understood the meaning of the phrase ‘Don’t judge the book by it’s cover’. The book she took out is a murder mystery from fourteenth century and now she came to realize how Nicholas mastered in torture methods. He must’ve trained himself by reading such thriller novels. Nicholas chuckled at her actions and found her disdain cute. She can be amusing at times, he thought and stood behind her.

Fucking goddamn disaster. Jesus Christ. How did this happen? Nick was on auto-pilot: pouring drinks, smiling at women, taking credit cards and giving correct change. The only thing he could think about was Mia reaching up to wipe his tears, so gentle and tender, and he felt like dying of embarrassment all over again. You are wide open, Spencer. Wide open and primed to be hurt when she moves on, or when it all ends. You fucking idiot. “Well, hey there, handsome.”

I said, my eyes blazing with fury and he must have seen that because he smiled and dropped my hand. “There I let you go,” Nicholas said and thrust his hand inside his pocket while he kept holding my book in his hand. “The book,"I said but instead of putting it down, Nicholas flipped the book open. It's actually one of my favourite books which I enjoyed so much. I even used to write out some pointers after completing each chapter. I don't want him to see that. It will be pointless trying to get it from him, he won't hand it over easily. The best I can do now is to distract him from reading the book.

Nicholas was proud of himself for attempting to make this happen, even if the room was filled with laughter. "Now that you're officially stepping aside, what will you achieve with your free time?" Cassie inquired with a sly smile. "Not yet made a decision.” Nicholas chuckled as he sipped his whiskey and remarked, "Perhaps go on a trip and finally finish that book I started years ago." As Cassie teased, "I vote for traveling because we deserve it." Nicholas's phone buzzed once more before Cassie could reply, and he responded, scowling at the unknown caller.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”