Nicholas Sparks Books Novels & Stories

Nicholas Sparks: "There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away. But I have the feeling that if I did… the joy would be gone as well…" ⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ This story contains sensitive and potentially triggering themes, including emotional distress, substance use, sexual content, and abuse. It may depict situations involving trauma, unhealthy relationships, and intense emotional experiences. Some scenes may be difficult to read for individuals who have experienced similar situations.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a glass, deliberately bending over the counter so my ass pushed out toward him. Nicholas stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, his shirt stretched tight over his chest. “Put that down. You’re not drinking yourself stupid on my watch.” I turned and took a slow sip, licking the drop from my lips. “Your watch? We’re stuck here because of this storm and you still want to control everything. Loosen up, Nicholas. Or are you scared that if you stop barking orders, you might actually feel something?” He stepped closer, eyes burning as they raked over my body. “You think this is funny? Strutting around in those clothes that barely cover your ass, talkin

“Are there others in the series?” “Lots.” Nicholas was already turning on his heel. His voice echoed through the house as he hurried down the hall, headed toward his study. I followed him part of the way, stopping at the base of the stairs. I didn’t need to wait for long, because he came bounding back down the stairs shortly after, stopping a few steps above me. He handed me a stack of books. “Here’s all the books in the series. Trust me, it gets a lot more interesting in book two.”

Like the absence of music in a song I used to hum in my sleep. Sometimes I held her hand and whispered stories. Old ones. Tales from when we were just reckless girls running through the citadel halls, making spell ink out of blueberries and laughing at nothing. Other times I screamed at the sky when no one was listening. Because how could someone fight like that, shine like that, burn brighter than the gods themselves... Only to disappear? How many times was I supposed to lose her? How many more? I found Nicholas standing at the broken cliffs that morning.

Not one fucking bit. I slept so fucking well, and when I woke up, my space between my thighs felt sore, making me smile to myself in satisfaction. I got dressed, freshened up and just as I made my way downstairs, Mom was with Nick and they were having breakfast together. Fuck. What if they found out what I did? “You came home early last night, Nick. I came home and you were already asleep.” Mom said and my heart nearly stopped when Nick turned to her with a frown.

And Nicholas felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. --- Three months after the funeral, half the city whispered that Nicholas Rhodes had lost his soul. They were wrong. He’d buried it with Rafe. He stopped speaking to most of his men. Stopped entertaining deals unless they were necessary. Stopped trusting anyone. He worked with perfect, surgical detachment. He ate when reminded. He slept when exhaustion physically forced him. But every night—every damn night—his body betrayed him. Because Nicholas would wake gasping, haunted by the ghost of Rafe’s voice.

Basically, this book will all be about the old generation, way before Zane and Nicholas were born. Nicholas will leave at 9 am since he only came because he missed his wife. He could have simply had someone give the list to him but the man used it as an excuse to be with her. Alas, he would have stopped by even without any excuse, even if there was no list to give, being with his wife was enough excuse that he would go opposite the direction of his destination.

com Books by Autumn Dawn: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge