Nicholas Sparks Most Recent Novel Novels & Stories

“Lucifer Alistair, you know that we are friends right? That sly man, he should have known about this and yet he didn’t even tell me, or maybe he doesn't know it either.” “Don’t you want to pay him a visit?” Nicholas lifted a brow at his wife and smiled knowingly. “God knows he would kill me if he sees me around here, especially after I teased him about some woman in which he ended up marrying, after all, that stupid man thought he can get away with fate. But, maybe we should?” (Lucifer Alistair is from another book that shall be published next month, so stay tuned and wait for the release~ title: Alpha Lucifer by Maple writes)

She murmured something in her sleep — his name, maybe, or something softer. Nick closed his eyes. The city hummed outside the window. And for the first time in his life, Nicholas Vance wasn't afraid of the future. He was ready for it.

Jayden did the same, with Nicholas's assistance, taking Deborah to her room so she could sleep comfortably. "Nicholas, can you finally tell me where they were?" "It’s a secret, son. All I can tell you is that they were in a very safe place," Nicholas said, heading to the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of whiskey, opened it, and drank straight from the container. "Even so, I’m worried because the Turners are still—" "They don’t exist anymore, so don’t worry." "What..." Jayden stared at him, alarmed. "Forget what I said and just go to sleep," Nicholas said, walking over to a wall with a picture of Alexandra. "My love, I finally did it," he whispered, taking another drink.

“What do you want, Nicholas?” He smirked, stepping closer. “Is that any way to greet your husband? I simply came to check out the competition. I must say, I’m impressed by your…enterprising spirit.” Reyna snorted. “We both know our marriage died a long time ago. I want nothing more to do with you.” She pressed the panic button on her keys, hoping the security company would arrive promptly. Nicholas clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Now, there’s no need to be hasty. I just want to catch up and see how our little girl is doing too. What was her name again?"

In these three months many things have changed. Nicholas has started to cut his roots with the underworld and gave up on the throne. He was a family man and he just do was to take care of his little baby girl who is so precious to him, more than his own life. At day he works as a CEO and at the remaining day he is simply the father of a little baby girl that's his only life now.

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.

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."

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.

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—