New Novel By Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

They were full of insecurities and emptiness, but they never acknowledged it, it was unimportant for them, especially for Lucas, who’s priorities never included himself. It was currently fall season in London, as dry red and gold assorted into the scenery of paved footpaths and busy streets in a subtle, but eye-catching way. It was a Sunday and it was the only morning where Lucas could actually relax, without stressing about waking up early. He was up till late the previous night, trying to start on his new art assignment, but he had no inspiration, which eventually made him give up, as he fell short of ideas and went to sleep, while cuddling Evy.

Nicholas Stetson is a sixteen year old young boy, he looks identical to his mother Iris, his eyes were like hers, blue. That is something he was grateful for, he might have committed suicide if he had looked any different. "Nick, I am home." Iris announced. Nicholas heard his mother's voice and quickly patted his horse Breezy and ran back towards the house. "Mother, welcome home, how was the market today?" Nicholas inquired. "It was okay, I sold a lot, and made a lot of profit, and here, look what I brought home for you, some apples... so you could give them to Breezy." Iris conveyed making little Nicholas jump up with excitement.

“Don’t even try anything stupid, young Lady!” Nicholas uttered with a tone filled with warning. “You guys are real bad!” said Alice angrily. She jumped off her seat and tripped. She almost lost her balance but Lucas was quick to hold her and save her from the embarrassment. Huge sparks filled in the room which was already filled with colorful disco lightings. “MATE!” both of them shouted when their eyes met. Alice has seen these types of gigantic sparks before. It was when they got to know Luke and Elena were mates. Even though, that was day time with a lot of light. Alice could still remember that the spark looked like a huge explosion outside her room.

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."

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the first book of the Reckless Hearts Series.