Novel Nicholas Sparks Novels & Stories

The couple were relaxing together when Nicholas asked Bella if she wanted to go out near the lake for a walk. Bella was mesmerized with the beautiful view in front of her and Nicholas was mesmerized with his view of Bella. Nicholas was never the person to be sappy or romantic. But whenever he was with Bella he would turn into this sappy romantic person. Sure he dated many women, he was a polite, nice guy to them. But avoided them when he found out they were only after him because of his money and his status in this society. They all needed their fifteen minute fame and money while dating. He never really felt a romantic connection between the women he had dated. He had this cold aura around

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

The fireworks shifted from white to fiery orange, spraying sparks in all directions. Evelyn flinched backward. A spark hit her sleeve. The servants surrounding the firework scattered instantly. Evelyn also backed away, looking down at her sleeve instead of watching where she was going. She took two steps, turned, and crashed straight into Nicholas’s chest. His arms caught her instinctively. He brushed the snow from her head. “You’re terrified of a little spark. Completely useless.” The longer he spent around her, the more Nicholas realized Evelyn was hopeless at almost everything.

The magic around us seemed to dance in response, soft sparks of light swirling gently in the air. When we finally pulled apart, I felt lighter than I had in years. --- ~ Nicolas POV ~ The firelight danced across the walls of the quiet chamber, casting warm shadows over silk sheets. The war was finally over, and for the first time, I allowed myself to breathe. Clara stood before me, bold as ever, her long black hair cascading down her back like midnight silk. Her warm brown eyes sparkled with mischief and something deeper — years of hidden longing finally unleashed. She was breathtaking: full lips curved in a sassy smirk, smooth caramel skin glowing in the firelight, and curves that made my o

~ Nikki ~ It’s one thing to receive sexy gifts from the man who’s fucking you. It’s an entirely different thing to find your career soaring because—and not because—of that erotic association. And then there’s these highly personal gestures that are too symbolic to ignore. Like… For him to remember, word for word, what I’d said about Shakespearian plays and know which books to buy me.

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

“Come on, this isn’t news to you.” As he spoke, his hand did come down—right onto her backside. Even through the blanket, it made her die of embarrassment. She gave up resisting and burrowed back under the covers. “Go ahead and read. I’m not running anyway. Whatever punishment you want to dish out, just get it over with.” She was now in full “dead pig doesn’t fear boiling water” mode. Scott continued reading: “I’ll find a man who truly loves me, marry him, maybe have a kid or two, and live a simple, happy life. As for you, Mr. Nichols, you were just a vivid chapter in my life story. Now that page has turned—it’s over...”

“Whatever. At least our next two years will be fun.” Rachel’s smile faded instantly. He couldn’t see it, but her heart sank. Two years. That was all he saw. Two years of… what? Sex? Company? Convenience? How was she supposed to move on after that? “What if… in the end, you fall in love with me?” she asked without thinking. The words slipped out before she could stop them. Nicholas paused mid-step. The silence stretched painfully. “That’s not gonna happen,” he finally said. “Never.” ***

Nirvana replied, "she caught Mr. Jules direct a tensed stare at Nicholas. He looked between them as if he was trying to figure something out. Was Nicholas trying to provoke her for some reason that Nirvana wasn’t aware of? Whatever, Nirvana decided that she wasn’t going to let it work. She had no interest in any of his mind games. “It is really nasty how everything blew up on the internet. I thought that you would be in a worse situation than this, given how they are a couple and you are an outsider,” Nicholas narrowed his eyes at Nirvana but that smile didn’t drop from his lips. He still looked polite and no one would have thought that anything was amiss. “Mistresses rarely thrive in public

Sheila gave him sincere advice. "You know Ms Brooks that love is for the weak people and I don't believe in love," Nicholas said sardonically. "Are you suggesting that they were weak? Clearly, they are in love and they are not weak. " Sheila laughs. "I know you don't know Marty Jacobs' past,'' Nicholas went to the US when he was 10 years old and came back to the country two years ago after staying in the US for 18 years. "He was a former Casanova, but when he met his wife five years ago, he said goodbye to his philandering ways. Oh boy, you still have hope," Sheila said, nodding her head.