Books Similar To Nicholas Sparks Books Novels & Stories

“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?”

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

But she hoped that even Scar wouldn't sink so low as to ruin their wedding day. After everything ws organized and put away, Lacey headed out to the living room and poured herself a glass of wine. Then she eyed the wall of books on the far wall. John Grisham... Tom Clancy.... Then there were classics such as The Three Musketeers, The Man in the Iron Mask, both by Alexandre Dumas; as well as Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and From the Earth to the Moon, both by Jules Verne; and much more. It was an impressive collection. She chose From the Earth to the Moon and then sat on the couch to wait for Julien.

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

The ginger haired instructed. “Okay,” Augustus answered, turning to leave, “otay,” Evy repeated cutely, making the elder giggle. “Let’s go get your book, baby bun.” The brunette said as he retrieved the spare key, and walked up the flight of stairs towards Lucas’s apartment. He didn’t really think much of it at first, but as he unlocked the apartment door and stepped in, it made him suddenly realize, that he was in someone else’s personal space and that fact made him blush a little.

“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…”

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.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

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