Nicholas Sparks Books Novels & Stories

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

"Hey, Nick. I didn't expect you back so soon." Nicholas walked over to her, feeling pride and ownership. "I cancelled my meeting. I wanted to come home to you." Sarah's eyes sparkled with delight. "What!." Nicholas sat down beside her, scanning the laptop screen. "What are you working on?" Sarah leaned back in her chair, a faraway look in her eyes. "I'm writing a book. My third novel, actually." Nicholas's eyes widened in surprise. "A book? You're a writer?"

The fireworks shifted from white to fiery orange, spraying sparks in all directions. Evelyn flinched backward. A spark hit her sleeve. The servants surrounding the firework scattered instantly. Evelyn also backed away, looking down at her sleeve instead of watching where she was going. She took two steps, turned, and crashed straight into Nicholas’s chest. His arms caught her instinctively. He brushed the snow from her head. “You’re terrified of a little spark. Completely useless.” The longer he spent around her, the more Nicholas realized Evelyn was hopeless at almost everything.

I repeated. I'm gonna call him, Azi for now. I get excited every time I go home and saw Azi who is always waiting for me. to come home. He often barked especially when I just arrived from San Albereda University. I smiled as I think of my baby Azi. I am currently inside the library. As usual, I was reading a book. But this time, it's not an educational book. I was reading a novel. A good novel. Safe Haven. Nicholas Sparks wrote the book. All I know is it also has a movie. Maybe I will watch it too.

Several Weeks Later Jasper slowly eased his body onto its side. Mimicking sleep, he intently listened to the conversation between a young woman named, Cora, and the old nurse he’d heard called both Bess and Smithfield. He’d assumed that her true name was Elizabeth Smithfield with Bess being the nick name for Elizabeth, but names were funny things. He’d noticed the increasing pattern of nick names or abbreviated names being given to children at birth by parents wanting to be different. Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption.

This is the first time I entered the vicinity but the abundance and arrangement of the books look the same back in Pandora. I sweep my gaze into the row of book dividers and some books are familiar like an atlas, encyclopedias, and other stuff. I wonder if he read all these books. Even these books are written by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steele, and others stuff. Does he have this kind of taste? Or maybe they just put these books here to fill the space. I checked all the books where it is stories and I found one which perks up my interest.

"I really don't understand what you're so upset about!" The knocking continued outside as Claudia called out coquettishly, "Nick, are you asleep? Nick?" Nicholas glanced at me and barked an order, "Don't go to sleep until I get back." When he left, I got out of bed and locked the door behind him. I didn't need him to come back. The night was long. I couldn't sleep alone in the empty room. I walked over to Nicholas' bookshelf as I was hoping to find a book that could make me feel drowsy and go to sleep. To my surprise, I found a yellowed notebook tucked in between the books on the shelf.

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."

Nicholas’ icy gaze raked across everyone there. Dressed in a black suit, he was almost mercilessly impassive with a bloodthirsty sternness in his eyes. Those who stood around him were his underlings with actual guns and bullets. No entertainment company boss in Centrolis dared to have a lineup like that thus far. “Nothing happened between Ms. Adams and me,” Nicholas said strictly. “Before that grand event, I barely knew her. I felt weak after drinking the alcohol she passed me. Ha, I’ll be consulting my lawyer about this. If she spiked my drink, I must press charges!”

Nicholas is studying him with the frank curiosity of a child who had never learned suspicion. Then, without warning, Nicholas reached out and placed a small hand on Dominic’s shoulder. It was nothing and barely weight at all. And Dominic broke inside. He felt that something fractured so deep, it felt like terminal. “I got a new book! Nicholas announced proudly. “Grandpa August bought it. It has dinosaurs with feathers.” “That sounds incredible,” Dominic said, voice unsteady. Nicholas beamed. “Do you want to see it later?” He asked enthusiastically. “Yes,” Dominic said without breathing. “I’d like that very much.”