New Novel By Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

“Aiken has a girlfriend? And she's a normie non-celebrity? Nicole Sparks, the author of ‘Stygian Nation’ — isn’t she the pretty girl from that wealthy family?” “Here’s some information for you guys. Nicole Sparks is a renowned author. Her signature novel was the ‘Stygian Nation.’ Her real name is Nancy Dudley. Her father’s a prominent investor in the entertainment industry and he has invested in a lot of films and television dramas. Her family is loaded and she’s really cute to boot. She’s the whole package!” “So, Nicole Sparks is getting on with Aiken, the Best Actor? What a pleasant surprise. The ‘Stygian Nation’ is such a good read. Please let Aiken play the sentimental male lead!”

He was glad that he didn't have to wait for a taxi. He needed to get home, to strategies. Throughout the ride, he was gloomy and moody. He needed to clear his mind and come up with a plan. He recalled what Priscilla had said and wondered why everyone seemed to be interested in Diana's life. First it was Matteo now this strange lady he was sure was mental. The ride got him to his destination and he got down without a word to the driver. Nicholas lived in a high rise apartment that over looked the city landscape, it had five rooms and a swimming pool. He entered his apartment and went straight into the kitchen to get something to drink from his refrigerator. He found a cold bottle of beer.

A family, a home—something we can truly protect. I caught Alice’s eye across the crowd, and she smiled back at me, eyes shining with something I’d never seen before—trust, belonging... Suddenly, I found myself thinking about the future. About all the struggles we’d faced, the darkness we’d overcome. And I knew—deep in my bones—that this night marked the start of something new. Something stronger. i couldn't place what, but i knew... it was the start.. Finally, I slipped away from the festivities for a moment of quiet. I leaned against a tree, watching the stars twinkle above, my mind filled with pride and hope.

"I am not supposed to call you by your name. It was a slip of the tongue, but I am glad it made you happy." Nicholas guided me inside the Spencer mansion. This family reminded me that Kairos and the Lancasters are more affluent and influential than they are, and now I am starting to wonder if Kairos's house is way bigger than this or if he is one of those bachelors who prefers to live in a penthouse.

I had no idea what to expect and no idea what awaited me in Lakspur, but I could sure as hell write about it. “I noticed that you’ve started a new notebook. A new book? Or have you run out of space in the other ones?” King Nicholas asked, tearing me away from the beauty of my thoughts. I turned towards him, annoyed, and then retorted viciously, “What don’t you understand about ‘I’m writing now so stop asking questions’?” He cocked a brow before smirking. It wasn’t anything drastic, but it did a good job of moving my attention away from drafting up my new novel to the new look on his face.

Warm grey eyes, intense and unwavering. I’d never felt this secure before him. Never felt this held, understood, defended. With him, I felt strong enough to face anything. Something sparked with me, sharp. Like two stones struck hard enough to ignite a flame. And from the slight darkening of Nicholas’s eyes, I knew he felt the spark too. “I should take my leave now,” Clara announced, but her voice sounded far away, barely registering. My focus was fixed entirely on Nicholas. Even when she walked past us, even when the door clicked shut behind her, neither of us looked away, letting the moment stretch and stretch until—

This bed, once a sanctuary, now feels like a stage where the lies I've told pirouette around me, each one a specter of the life I thought I wanted. The silence roars like a storm, and within its grasp, I am struck by the irreversible path before me. The woman who once rested beside Alex, blissfully unaware, has disappeared, replaced by a stranger with eyes peeled open and a soul ignited with illicit cravings. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fend off the assault of reality, but it's hopeless—the truth is seared into my core, an unyielding, throbbing force.

Suddenly, with a sharp flick, a cluster of orange flames ignited before him. Nicholas looked up in a daze. His heart skipped a beat at the sight. The man standing before him was tall and imposing, with long lashes and a slight, arrogant smile on his thin lips. "What a coincidence, Chief Novak," Jasper said with a faint smile in his eyes. Seeing Nicholas in a daze, he lit his cigarette for him. This act stunned Nicholas. It wasn't every day that someone as distinguished as Jasper would light a cigarette for someone.

He did not want to tell him about the old man at all or about Charles. "A man gave me a book a few days ago. It was titled Super-natural." Nicholas started. "The popular book no one has ever read." Hoots exclaimed, and Nicholas held his mouth. "Who gave it to you?" "Some man. I can picture his face, but he instructed me not to give it to anyone." Nicholas said. Nicholas moved closer to the table. He leaned forward to Hoots. "The book talks about me. My past, present, and a little bit of my future. It stopped a few days ago."

Leaving back on the chair, Naomi looked at the full moon glowing brightly in the starry night sky. That’s when she heard approaching footsteps. She thinks it’s Derek and turns to see him but to her great surprise, it’s Nickolas. Seeing the surprise in her eyes, Nicholas was hesitant to start a conversation. “How are you?” Naomi cleared the silence and that made him smile. He came and sat beside her; Naomi was surprised by that and it was a long time since they were sitting side by side like this. She could smell his perfume and liked that drawing scent. “I am fine, but I missed you, guys,” he finished and Naomi was quite surprised by the way he said that.