Books By Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

Nicholas walked down the years displayed on the shelving, finally pulling a dusty book. "I think this is where it started." The year marked was the year of Adam, and I's mating. It was held by a lock that needed a key. Instead of looking for a key to unlock the book, Nicholas ripped the spine, spreading papers to the floor. "We aren't going back. Who cares if we make a mess?" he shrugged his shoulders. Internally, I cringed. It was becoming so real. Nicholas only looked at me, pleading in his voice. "This, read this."

Not one fucking bit. I slept so fucking well, and when I woke up, my space between my thighs felt sore, making me smile to myself in satisfaction. I got dressed, freshened up and just as I made my way downstairs, Mom was with Nick and they were having breakfast together. Fuck. What if they found out what I did? “You came home early last night, Nick. I came home and you were already asleep.” Mom said and my heart nearly stopped when Nick turned to her with a frown.

"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?"

It was like discovering I was completely in the dark about the biggest part of myself. Emory offered a warm, knowing smile. “Let’s introduce our wolves" "My wolf is Nixon—he’s a fierce leader. He is pitched black with green eyes, and has no patience in the world, he's a big softy, like a teddy bear". Emorys eyes flicker, darken, and he begins to laugh, as if he was talking to his wolf now, in front of everybody.

"Even if we don't feel the spark anymore?" He nodded again, as if he was so certain. "Even when the spark is gone." I smiled to myself. I just couldn't put my emotions into words. All I knew was this thing was real. This was something I could hold on. And deep inside I was hoping this thing would last. I just learned how to love faithfully again. That kind of love that was certain and secured. That kind of love that was real. "Shall we go home now?" He asked.

I repeated. I'm gonna call him, Azi for now. I get excited every time I go home and saw Azi who is always waiting for me. to come home. He often barked especially when I just arrived from San Albereda University. I smiled as I think of my baby Azi. I am currently inside the library. As usual, I was reading a book. But this time, it's not an educational book. I was reading a novel. A good novel. Safe Haven. Nicholas Sparks wrote the book. All I know is it also has a movie. Maybe I will watch it too.

“That beef of a man who did a better scene than those girls on America's Next Top Model was the Mark of your teenage years?” “Yes.” “That one was the one who hid his cock in your pussy and almost showed it in your mouth?” “Elizabeth Mill!” I shouted shocked looking everywhere in the meeting room, hoping that no one had heard us, but only the two of us had remained in the place since they left us here fifteen minutes ago. “Yes, or no?” “Yes... Kind of.” “So, I keep the same answer: Nicholas Spark.” she shrugged before going to the windows to admire the wonderful view of the Hudson River.

She nodded her head and kissed the back of her hand. “I am sorry darling. I would never leave you again” Paula sighed and drifted to sleep patting Zachary. Zara stared at Paula and remembered the reason for her return. She still couldn’t believe the sudden turn of events in her life in just one month. Author's note : Hello cuties....... I am so happy to announce about my third novel. I am expecting to release it in two months. I can't reveal the name yet but the genre is romantic mafia story. And we are just 30 chapters away to complete this book. His Sparkling Sunshine please share your thoughts in the comment section Love you all....

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

"Oh, absolutely. It's been my lifelong dream." "I can tell," he grins, eyes twinkling. "You have a real talent for it." Our banter flows easily, punctuated by stolen glances and lingering touches. Each time our hands accidentally brush, it sends sparks dancing across my skin. I find myself craving these fleeting moments of contact, even as guilt gnaws at the edges of my consciousness. "You know," Jack says, his voice lowering conspiratorially, "I've always thought you were wasted on hardware. You've got a spark, Samantha. Something special."