Nicholas Sparks Novels Novels & Stories

Basically, this book will all be about the old generation, way before Zane and Nicholas were born. Nicholas will leave at 9 am since he only came because he missed his wife. He could have simply had someone give the list to him but the man used it as an excuse to be with her. Alas, he would have stopped by even without any excuse, even if there was no list to give, being with his wife was enough excuse that he would go opposite the direction of his destination.

Nicholas’ icy gaze raked across everyone there. Dressed in a black suit, he was almost mercilessly impassive with a bloodthirsty sternness in his eyes. Those who stood around him were his underlings with actual guns and bullets. No entertainment company boss in Centrolis dared to have a lineup like that thus far. “Nothing happened between Ms. Adams and me,” Nicholas said strictly. “Before that grand event, I barely knew her. I felt weak after drinking the alcohol she passed me. Ha, I’ll be consulting my lawyer about this. If she spiked my drink, I must press charges!”

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun

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

"Have you know I know people like you, and you are the worst of them. I remember the first time I noticed you, it was at the riot. You were with those rich people on top of a high platform like you were above us and I could see you loved it. You stood there while the police beat your people up. Your elder brother was among the crowd just beside me and he called out to you and you looked away. I wondered how you could look away." Nico tries not to show that Spark's story affected him, as he maintains a smirk, "I looked away knowing the fates of those people that day including you, could have been worse if I hadn't initially begged for leniency. I looked away knowing I did all I could do." Nic

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—

“It wouldn’t be surprising. She came to make it clear that she’s watching—and that she won’t allow anyone to interfere with her plans. I don’t know what she truly wants, but she seems willing to go all the way.” Scarlett pressed her lips together. Fear and anger churned in her chest—fear of what Zafira might do, and anger at being trapped in a game she was only beginning to understand. In a voice barely audible, as if speaking more to herself than to the others, she whispered, “This is because of the book, isn’t it?” Alex looked at her, and a spark of understanding crossed his eyes. “Probably. That book holds valuable information—information that has been sought for years. Knowledge that cou

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.

One by one, the men nodded. Nicholas turned back to the grave, his eyes hollow but burning. “Goodbye, little brother,” he whispered, barely audible. “I’ll make sure the devil chokes on the souls I send him for you.” And then he walked away. Because mourning was over. War had begun. _ The underground warehouse smelled like oil, blood, and secrets. It wasn’t just a meeting place—it was a battlefield waiting to be drawn. Nicholas stood at the head of the long steel table, blueprints and surveillance photos spread across it like a deck of cards. A cigarette burned low between his fingers, untouched. His jaw was tight, eyes locked on the image of a man taped in the center.