Nicholas Sparks Novel Novels & Stories

There was simply no denying what was abundantly clear, I loved Nicholas. For the first real time in my life I began to comprehend that type of love that often leaves you dizzy, dumb and yet feel complete. With my mind often reflecting on Marcie only to wind up thinking about Nicholas when I noticed an email from one of the publishing companies I had finally summed up the guts to send my manuscript to I didn't feel like opening it at all. Nothing else seemed to matter and in the end I wound up closing my laptop. After spending an hour or so on the couch I eventually scurried off to take a shower in the hopes it would clear my mind and give me a moment of peace.

Everyone deserve a second chance but what should I do when I no more left with any hope. Nicholas board down in the evening. He didn't look anywhere and go straight to his home.. He in a hurry climb the mansion stairs to go to his home.. When he entered the room he found it dark, he got confused a little bit.. "Why are you staying in this dark room Naomi, atleast switch on the lights" He said with a chuckle and to his surprise he found the bed empty.. The machines everything is their except his wife... He thought may be she is down with his dad... But when he was about to leave the room he found a letter on the bed side table..

"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.

The stitches were still there, beneath the bandage—somehow, by some miracle, I hadn’t popped any that night we had chased the drug dealer down—but they were beginning to itch, and Jade had made me promise that I wouldn’t give in to the temptation. But it wasn’t easy. So I had distracted myself with some good old fantasy romance. By the time I flipped to the last page, I let out a sigh and tossed the book aside, propping my forearm over my face. “Need another?” The sound of Nicholas’s deep voice coming from the doorway caused me to jolt upright so quickly that I finally nearly popped a stitch. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets and a slightly amused expression on his face. “T

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

"So it's official now? Nicholas has moved on with his emotional support assistant?" "I'm not his assistant," I snapped. "And I don't need support. I just need coffee, a goal, and enough sense to spot a manipulative sociopath from ten floors away." Her smile didn't waver. "How poetic. But let's not forget sweetheart, men like Nicholas always come back to women like me." Nicholas stepped in front of me, voice steel. "If that's true, then I must've had a concussion the first time." A low gasp rippled through the lobby. Cassandra's face paled, then flushed with rage.

Laura's POV Why was Nicholas deserving of such profound gratitude? It couldn't just be the act of offering him employment and shelter. That alone wouldn't be enough reason for someone to claim they owe their life to him. Besides, this place felt more like a prison than a comfortable abode. Living here for an extended period couldn't be anyone's idea of a blissful life. Perhaps Nicholas had saved him from committing suicide? Yes, that could be it, I speculated.

Silence seemed to follow Nicholas and I from the moment we left Lakspur and all the way back to Zestonia. Part of me didn’t mind. It gave me more time to peacefully work on my novel, which I desperately needed to do after everything that had happened. My thoughts were swarming around in my head, and I couldn’t quite find it in me to process what had just happened. I didn’t regret the decisions I’d made but facing them was harder than I’d anticipated. And so, I wrote about it.

Chapter 8 Two days had passed, and Anthony decided to have a talk with Vivian. He tried all he could to hold his anger down last night. After the conversation with his sister, he decided that he wasn't going to endure living with someone in his own house. And if he wanted to do that, they were going to have a conversation. He waited for her to come down stairs, and she finally came down for some coffee. And as usual, she looked like she'd just escaped an alien invasion.

Nicholas stood up when Michael asked, “Where is the guard? What did you do to him?” Nicholas chuckled, “Why did you ask as if I had killed him? I didn’t do anything to him. I just asked him to watch my prey until I return” Nicholas has become a sex freak since Kira left, he seeks who would fill the void Kira left but has found none. Christopher and Michael also felt it but not as strongly as Nicholas who was going crazy because of it, he changes women like they're clothes and none fits, they can't get over their ex Luna but they believe they will. They all assume that once the sacrifice was done, they would all be in control again.