روايات وقصص ضمن If You Like Nicholas Sparks

"Why insane? Didn't you want to be my wife? Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been showing your affection toward me." Kimberly gave Nicholas a wry smile. "Oh my, you're so confident, Nicholas Alistair. Where did you get the idea that I like you?" Nicholas smirked. "Just from your actions, it's clear that you like me." "Okay, let's say I do like you, but I can't marry a man who doesn't love me. Especially not turn a marriage into a charade or a game." "In that case, teach me how to love you," Nicholas suddenly replied.

But the love in his voice sent shivers down Nicholas' spine. "Romantics are scary."

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. \

His frequent replies kept me in check, ere he deemed himself unreachable and made my life boring. Seeking just anything to make my life fun and engaging, I took to sexual satisfaction. The fun of having sex with D’caprias boys, Nicholas to mention, was a blast. At first, I found Nicholas challenging and intriguing. There is something about him that is unexplainable and makes anyone want to know him more. Not because he is handsome, savoring, and quite a figure; he is self-bearing and strangely lovable. Nicholas may be tough-looking, but I have caught him smiling at different times. He never passes the school drama queens without leaving his smiles with them, something no one has ever done fo

We began talking about random things, the shitty boys we’d dated, our crazy stunts back in school, anything that could lift her mood. “Goodness, we’ve lived,” I beamed, running my hand through my hair. Mira went silent. “You know, Sandra,” she said softly, “sometimes I wish he was more like Nicholas.” I choked on my drink. Why would anyone want their man to be like a devil such as Nicholas? “Why would you say that, Mira?” “That’s because Nicholas is the ideal man for every girl. He’s smart, hardworking, and above all, he loves you. He would never hurt you,” she said before downing her glass.

“Excuse me.” Embarrassed at having been caught daydreaming, I forced myself to focus on work. And I succeeded – until I heard Nicholas’ voice come from the speakers. “The kind of woman I’d prefer?” Nicholas said. “Someone loyal. Strong. Even tempered. And she has to like to children.” “Check, check, and check,” came a voice from the table of girls. “He’s describing me! It’s meant to be.” “Dream on. He’s clearly describing me.”

replied Nicholas casually. Rachel was agape, then she laughed out loud, "Do you think someone would ever fall in love with an annoying person like you? Believe me, but nobody would!" she said, somehow she felt so irritated because indirectly Nicholas was saying that he chose her because she didn't deserve to be fell in love with.

The lady was pretty enough and he knew that she would even nail the job, but he had his reasons for wanting Sarah instead. "I don't like her," Nicholas said. Sarah seemed shocked at that. "But why not? You don't have to be in love with her. She is pretty, willing to work, I am pretty sure she will tolerable, and she will sign a contract too," Sarah said and he shook his head. "This might take a while, I think I do need to like the person," Nicholas said, and Sarah sighed. "Fine, we will get someone else. Or better still, we will do auditions. The best girl will win," Sarah said and Nicholas shook his head. Sarah was clearly willing to take this very far.

"She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second." ~Nicholas Sparks We work together to where Felix and Agatha are and taking a deep breath I make my presence known to the couple. "Agatha, Felix I'm so glad you two could make it!" I say, smiling widely at them.

Or, it's from the very beginning, the Night she first saw him? Scarlett couldn’t find a proper answer even after searching desperately. His breath was close to her, making hers shallow. The scent of dark chocolate and mint was irresistible. Nicholas was nothing better either. She was a pure torture to his sanity. The one that he wanted to deny yet couldn't and drowned more. He wanted to dive into the depths of those rare eyes and lose himself in her intoxicating odour. He turned her to him, facing each other, Nicholas joined their forehead, "You're too beautiful to resist... A pleasure to the eyes, yet so powerful. Just like the Phoenix. A Phoenix I never want to let burn again."