If You Like Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

asked Topaz in a confused tone. “Did you forget about Mark? Even though, he is cold and loner type, let’s admit honestly that he is hot as hell” said Lily in an excited tone. “But that nerd doesn’t like to be included in this competition” said Topaz hesitantly. “Or you don’t want to inc..” Lily was saying something but Alice interrupted her immediately to update their list. “I think, it’s five, brother Nicholas is also really good looking. Just like Brother Luke, he was a heartthrob in our last college” Alice added with a smile.

Windsor was satisfied. For the rest of the night, I was able to see the nymph ignoring me. But for me, she is more interesting than my designs I usually draw for the car. She has so many layers, I became interested. I wandered around the living room while sheepy was still on the couch all the time. Nutella is calm. I knew Sheepy would be a better company for my loneliness. Not only that, but I need to get out of that penthouse for myself... for Sheepy. That place has not enough room for Sheepy for a run. That place is depressing.

Is the new chick sucking your dick right? "Haha." Nicholas laughed sarcastically as he chucked a pillow to his head, but he dodged that artfully. "So where did you call me here?" I was thinking of going car racing. I need to get my blood pumping, and since I can't score a chick now, I need another thing to get my blood pumping and that adrenaline." Cameron sighed as he closed his eyes, as if recalling the event. He was a big fan of all those adrenaline-pumping games—car racing and skydiving. He also liked exploring and traveling. He was basically the one who introduced Nicholas to all those games.

I tried mustering up as much of my demanding tone I could, but his long lean body sprawled on my bed was making me want other things. "So you knew this whole time and just wrote me off. Never consider the possibility that I would want you too." "Oh, I know you want me Nicholas, but you are young and naive plus, you're a filthy witch." I scrunched my nose at him. "You're a witch too S and I know you want me. I can sense your need for me to be close to you, to watch over you, to mate with you." "Is that what you want? A good fuck Nicholas."

"I could use a new book too. I haven’t read anything since that psychological thriller you gave me." "The one where the therapist was the killer all along?" "Exactly! I hated that I didn’t see it coming. You and your twisted book taste." He smirked. "You love it. Admit it." "Fine. I do. But this time, can we pick something less... murdery? Maybe romance? I’m just a girl." Nicholas feigned a gasp. "Cassie Montgomery asking for a love story? Do my ears deceive me?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Don’t push it. Just something different."

I turned to look at him, and found him watching me with those dark, perceptive eyes that had become so familiar. "I'm just thinking," I murmured, forcing a small smile. "About?" About you. About losing you. But I couldn't say that. "Nothing important," I lied instead. "It's been a long day." Nicholas studied me for a moment, and I could see him processing, analyzing, the way he always did. "We should celebrate," he suggested finally. "There's a club in Tribeca—Club Scarlet. It's very exclusive. I can call ahead, get us a private booth—"

The girls simpered, "We can, but we can't drink much. Mr. Hawk, could you take us home afterward?" Nicholas replied coolly, "Why go home? I have a large villa nearby." His cold tone sounded fatally attractive to these gold-diggers. They squealed excitedly and tried even harder to please him. "Do you have any more friends? Call them over. The more, the merrier." The smile on my face froze. I never knew Nicholas had this side to him. To think I fell in love with this man for how gentlemanly he was. How crazy was I to stand here eavesdropping!

I do everything I can not to spit out the bite of mac and cheese I just took, choking as I manage to get it down. "Too crass?" His eyes are sparkling. "No." I take a long drink, trying to catch my breath. "Just can't say I expected it in those terms." "He loves her, don't get me wrong. They love each other like one of those fucking Nicholas Sparks books that everyone reads, but he's totally whipped." I give him a grin. "So you wouldn't be?" "I mean," – he makes a face – "depends on how good it is with the woman I choose."

The dinners, the invites—it was all to see you. His nose brushed my skin again. That was enough to jolt me. I shoved him back with everything I had. Me: What the fuck are you talking about?! He smoothed his suit,a reserved smug on his face , like I hadn’t just pushed him off. Nicholas: And about your girlfriend—why do you think I chose her, when I could have thousands of women at my feet? Because I liked her? A dry laugh escaped him. Nicholas: No, Sam. I just wanted a taste of what you fuck. Honestly? I’m disappointed. You’re better off without the bitch.

Nicholas responded and Lydia scoffed. "You know Nicholas, most of the time I try to understand why you're so insistent on not wanting anything and I even patiently want you to explain the personal reasons you have behind it but at this point, I don't think I want to hear it. If you're not giving me a chance and there's no reason to tell me that you like being around me and that you like spending time with me when you know that I have my feelings involved,"