Nicholas Sparks Novels Novels & Stories

"You all think you’re so noble. So pure. Tell Clara the truth, then come talk to me about nobility." "We will," Jasper said. "And we’ll get Liam back. Nicholas walked toward them slowly, eyes glinting. "Then you’d better be prepared to pay in more than money. Because this, this isn’t a ransom. It’s revenge." Vivian looked at him one last time. "Nicholas... please. You’re my brother." He paused. For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, pain, regret, something real. Then it was gone.

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.

A fire burned in the large hearth, spreading its warmth and soft glow about the room, as snow fell outside the windows. The scene was odd to him. He supposed that shouldn't surprise him. From boyhood his life had always been focused on his next kill. Whether it was to survive, fight for his King, or for pay, Nicholas had killed more than he could remember. He didn't deny that he relished the fight, the stronger the opponent the better. It was one of the reasons he became a mercenary. Witnessing such tranquility seemed out of place. For a moment a strange sense of peace fell over him. It was such an unknown sensation he almost didn't recognize it.

“Good morning, Miss Emma Nicholas. Breakfast is nearly ready.” “Good morning,” I said as I leaned on the bench. “What is Nicholas like?” I asked. She stopped what she was doing before looking up at me. “Before the accident, he was a very kind man, strong but kind. But after.” She paused for a second as if trying to choose her next words carefully. “He is a very angry man.” I nodded, absorbing her words. Nicholas wasn’t just a man trapped in a wheelchair; he was a legacy of strength and power, now fighting an internal war that I was only just beginning to understand. The transformation from who he was to who he had become was tearing him apart.

She chuckled, leaving Scarlett in suspense. “About what?” Scarlett asked, genuinely puzzled. Nicole paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Guess brother kept this a secret from you while learning all your secrets, huh?” She winked mischievously. “Nicholas can read thoughts...” The revelation hit Scar like a ton of bricks. ‘Nicholas can read thoughts.’ The words echoed in her mind, freezing her in place. Scarlett had thought she was clever, hiding her intentions and thoughts from Nicholas. But it appeared he was one step ahead, knowing everything about her—her plans, her desire for revenge, and even her thoughts about him.

"Even if we don't feel the spark anymore?" He nodded again, as if he was so certain. "Even when the spark is gone." I smiled to myself. I just couldn't put my emotions into words. All I knew was this thing was real. This was something I could hold on. And deep inside I was hoping this thing would last. I just learned how to love faithfully again. That kind of love that was certain and secured. That kind of love that was real. "Shall we go home now?" He asked.

Assisted by Zephyr as a team of analysts and Richard as a researcher of the many contracts contained in the documents, their work quickly found a point to turn things around and what was in their hands now, was one of the many weapons that could be used to attack Grace and Edgar Langham. Fania herself was involved in the search for the files needed as she knew the layout of the files best. To her surprise, this bold move was supported by her father; Rupert. Rupert's arrival some time ago really made the atmosphere so emotional because Fania had not seen her father for a long time. Rupert's divorce from Grace made it difficult for Fania to meet her father. Apart from her mother's prohibition,

I'm sorry I got mixed up the last chapter was supposed to come after this. Please bear with me I just got well. Six hours after the explosion. Nicholas was returning to his home via his yacht. He decided to returned back because of the nasty weather. He also beginning to get tired of his solitary life. It's about time he had to move on, and leave the pain of the past behind.. "Sir there is something floating a few meters away.It looks like a man." Nico immediately took his binoculars and check out the floating figure.

“Whoa, wait. What’s going on?” “Simple, I came to have sex with you. I don’t think I need to remind you that we’re married.” “I know that, but…” “I brought condoms with me if that’s what you’re worried about.” “So does this mean…” “You talk too much,” She pulled him back for another kiss. The next day… “I have a weird question to ask,” Nicholas said. “Weird is better than stupid.” “I don’t mean to be rude, but has your sister ever been diagnosed as being bipolar?”

His eyes dropped to my lips for a brief second, and I felt my breath catch. Slowly, Nicholas’s head started lowering toward mine. My pulse thundered in my ears. The world narrowed down to just him…the warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the way his hand tightened on mine. Closer…closer… Then he suddenly froze. His eyes glazed over, distant and empty, like he wasn’t even here anymore. The intense spark vanished, replaced by something blank and far away. I blinked in confusion, my brows pulling together. “Nicholas?”