Nicholas Sparks Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter One. Harden. I jerked up from the seat's backrest, waking up from the nightmare that has continued to haunt me for years and into the reality as the truck made the abrupt stop in front of the large cabin like wooden-glass house, and I wondered, 'for how long?'. Every single moment I get to be away from everything around me comes that ugly nightmare that I can never get over, that night which would forever be fresh in my mind. I was so young then, yet my fragile little heart has never grown from that horrible day. Not even for a single day for a hundred years.

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.

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.

That feeling that I felt that night in Lakspur. Then he pulled away once more before saying, “And that is a kiss to fantasise about.” And with that, he got off of the bed, collected a few items from the bed and disappeared to the bathroom. I made sure to clear myself out of that room immediately. My skin was on fire, and I had no idea what would happen if I were to find myself face to face with Nicholas and his hot, toned, delicious body. Just thinking about it gave me all sorts of forbidden fantasies. Ones I’d only read about in the most seductive books. And so, I found myself huddled up on one of the couches, taking my version of a cold shower- writing about what had happened. Nicholas was

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.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

This news was like a glimmer of hope for Nicholas. He wanted to take this opportunity to get his revenge on Caspian. Nicholas was invited by the Stewart family to join them in stirring up the civilians to go after Caspian. He did not hesitate at all. After all, Caspian took his woman away. He had to make Caspian pay. For that reason, he joined Richard in the uproar. As long as he could have Caspian deposed and turned back into an ordinary citizen, he stood a chance at getting back at him!

This bed, once a sanctuary, now feels like a stage where the lies I've told pirouette around me, each one a specter of the life I thought I wanted. The silence roars like a storm, and within its grasp, I am struck by the irreversible path before me. The woman who once rested beside Alex, blissfully unaware, has disappeared, replaced by a stranger with eyes peeled open and a soul ignited with illicit cravings. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fend off the assault of reality, but it's hopeless—the truth is seared into my core, an unyielding, throbbing force.

Walked away from it, for Sareena. I left the nurses’ station in silence, letting him have his time with her. Maybe he earned it. I got into the elevator, heading down to the underground parking. As the doors opened, I smacked straight into a figure in hospital scrubs and a security badge. “Nicholas,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “What the hell are you doing here, boy? I left you to watch the empty Morelli house.”

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?”