Nicholas Sparks Novel Novels & Stories

Fucking goddamn disaster. Jesus Christ. How did this happen? Nick was on auto-pilot: pouring drinks, smiling at women, taking credit cards and giving correct change. The only thing he could think about was Mia reaching up to wipe his tears, so gentle and tender, and he felt like dying of embarrassment all over again. You are wide open, Spencer. Wide open and primed to be hurt when she moves on, or when it all ends. You fucking idiot. “Well, hey there, handsome.”

“And I’ll Walk her down the aisle, when she’s free and with you, not chained to that bastard. But first, we need to release some bullshit to the press.” I gave a sharp nod, and for the first time since the explosion, the fire inside me shifted. No longer rage, but something sharper. Resolve. _______ Sophia I lay on the cot, staring at the ceiling. It had been three days since Grandpa walked out and never came back.

His wife. He protected her from me. He chose her over me. Again. Always. Always. I turn away from the mirror. I can't look at myself anymore, can't stand to see the woman I've become, the woman who waits in silk nightgowns for a husband who never comes, the woman who gave up everything for nothing. The fire in the hearth has burned down to embers. The room is dark, shadowed, filled with the ghosts of every night I've spent alone in this bed. I walk to the window and press my forehead against the cold glass.

It was like discovering I was completely in the dark about the biggest part of myself. Emory offered a warm, knowing smile. “Let’s introduce our wolves" "My wolf is Nixon—he’s a fierce leader. He is pitched black with green eyes, and has no patience in the world, he's a big softy, like a teddy bear". Emorys eyes flicker, darken, and he begins to laugh, as if he was talking to his wolf now, in front of everybody.

I said, my eyes blazing with fury and he must have seen that because he smiled and dropped my hand. “There I let you go,” Nicholas said and thrust his hand inside his pocket while he kept holding my book in his hand. “The book,"I said but instead of putting it down, Nicholas flipped the book open. It's actually one of my favourite books which I enjoyed so much. I even used to write out some pointers after completing each chapter. I don't want him to see that. It will be pointless trying to get it from him, he won't hand it over easily. The best I can do now is to distract him from reading the book.

I want her body on my bed. I desire her so badly its disturbing. Well, too bad she's a waitress, I'll just have to get rid of that desire. I don't relate with low lives, only when I'm fucking them. Nicholas Grey relates with low class girls but they're always the ones after him and certainly not the other way around. He relates with them on only two major basis. Either they're working under him or they're fucking under him and it ends there but it feels like what he has going for her was beyond tasting her.

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.

Nathaniel inquired, feeling blood lust rushing through his body. "Butchered," he answered in a dark voice. "Good" Nathaniel smiled sickened, "We protect what is ours" He growled and Nicholas nodded in agreement. "What does your fiery lady look like?". "Hmm…" Nicholas inhaled deeply with his eyes closed, "she like an addiction- the feeling of being addicted to a drug" he momentarily opened his eyes, looking ahead in nothing, "when the drug is not taken a day, the feeling of restlessness, incompleteness and ansty with trembling hands, sweaty body but the moment of taken, the feeling of completeness, and accomplishment are attained" he responded, smiling happily. "She's a fire that can burn me

Iris has always been patient with him, they were after all married and in those times, leaving your husband was considered adultery and those who did that were termed outcasts and sneered at by the community. Nicholas and his family lived in Redwood City, and had some very prying neighbors but when it comes to when Rick hits his wife, no one comes to her rescue. Some blamed Iris for putting up with her husband, others supported her, yet others were indifferent. Most times Nicholas was always alone, he used to have a childhood friend but she left years ago, so he was left with just Breezy and his mother. But even that was going to change as well. On one unfaithful night, when Nicholas was asl

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.