Novel Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

Nicholas, who didn't seem to be in his right mind, told Willow. He did not understand where he fell short compared to Caspian. He had a prominent background in Southlake City. However, to Willow, his identity was still incomparable to the good-for-nothing Caspian. "I have no feelings for you at all. It's you who has been bothering me!" Willow said impatiently. Nicholas was even furious with Willow's cold attitude. He had decided to ravage Willow tonight. Hence, he pounced on Willow eagerly. He had been longing for this moment, and he knew he could not waste any more time. Otherwise, once Caspian arrived, his plans would surely be disrupted.

He poured the champagne into the open mouths of his friends, laughing and cheering. She stood frozen in shock as a girl approached Nicholas, kissing and caressing him. He turned to another girl and did the same, his hands roaming freely. Noah felt a mixture of anger, disappointment and disgust welling up inside her. The first girl dragged Nicholas away from the second, kissing him passionately. His hands moved under her gown, grabbing her butts and spanking them as he ground his teeth.

Lydia said. Nicholas scoffed. “If you describe your life as unexciting, then how do you think mine is? You know that I already have an idea of the kind of life you had so believe me, I don't think your life is unexciting cause at least, it's nothing compared to my extremely boring life,” Nicholas responded, encouraging her to talk to him about herself since he didn't have that much to say and the things he had to say were far too personal for him to share with her.

One would not imagine that just a few hours ago it was full to the brim with hormone driven party mongers and alcohol in every corner. One look around and I could tell that everything here screamed expensive. From the softest sofa I have ever sat on to the beautiful curtains and vintage work of art here and there. I knew a thing or two about old stuff, even though Lydia continuously teased me about it every chance she had. Nicholas called this his home, could this all really belong to him? Now I understand why he could wear socks to the party. It was probably just another normal night to him. Still where were his family, his people? How come he is living in this big mansion all by himself?

“Henry’s nephew.” “Nicholas? What about him?” “His wife was said to leave because of his promiscuous ways. It is said that he has had all kinds of women, including the ones that appear on his set. Sometimes, he makes them offer their bodies to him for a role.” “Gosh, that’s so harsh. I knew billionaires were terrible.” she retorted. “The poor wife, how’s she going to live with knowing that he’s getting married to a community service worker in town?”

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.

Nick Horden was the kind of man everyone in New York’s elite circles whispered about. He was rich, reckless, and a little unhinged. But for all his chaos, he only ever cared about one person: Lisa Winters, a girl with nothing to her name, the half-starved homeless girl he once pulled off the streets. From fifteen to twenty-five, he gave her his whole heart. He spoiled her, protected her, and made her the center of his world. Lisa loved the violin, so Nick dropped everything to travel with her overseas to study music. Even when he lost billions in the stock market because of it, he didn’t care.

Nicholas spent the past twenty four hours of his life in deep suffocation which he never felt before, not when he was kidnapped or when he first stepped into his Romano group or when he married Clarissa or when he divorced her. He didn’t know how he flew to Nice and travelled to Grasse by road. The whole journey felt nothing compared to what he felt when he stood in front of the Blossom Haven. He is just a step away from seeing her, a gentle push of the door can reveal her face to him.

Nick: But you're not coming back yet. Emma: Not yet. Nick: I know. I just needed to say it. Emma: Say it as many times as you need. Nick: I miss you. Emma: I miss you too. Nick: I miss you. Emma: I know. Nick: I'll let you go. Read your book. Become a person. Emma: Nick? Nick: Yes? Emma: Thank you. For waiting. Nick: There's nowhere else I'd rather be. Emma put down her phone. She opened the book. She read until the sun went down.

The girls simpered, "We can, but we can't drink much. Mr. Hawk, could you take us home afterward?" Nicholas replied coolly, "Why go home? I have a large villa nearby." His cold tone sounded fatally attractive to these gold-diggers. They squealed excitedly and tried even harder to please him. "Do you have any more friends? Call them over. The more, the merrier." The smile on my face froze. I never knew Nicholas had this side to him. To think I fell in love with this man for how gentlemanly he was. How crazy was I to stand here eavesdropping!