Paul Sparks Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Salvatore had spoiled them with air tosses, and they still didn’t understand that if they wanted to be tossed a hundred times, they should go to their dad. “You love me,” Paul said with a grin, flipping the book open without looking. “More than you love that walking mafia opera back home.” I snorted and slouched against the shelf. “Barely.” He looked up. “You are doing good keeping Salvatore focused on something other than vengeance and bullets. Whatever you’re doing… keep it up.” I let out a breath. The smell of old paper and dust settled around us, keeping me in the moment in a way I didn’t know I needed.

she pleads, her voice tinged with sincerity and a hint of desperation. Paul scoffs at her words, his gaze unwavering as he dismisses her attempts to reason with him. "I promise I will go back... far away from Kalix and you. I will leave this city and never come back," Audrey offers, a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she seeks a way out of her captivity. However, Paul's response is chilling in its simplicity as he clicks his tongue and states, "That's not what I want, honey. I want you here with us," his words echoing with a sinister determination that sends a shiver down Audrey's spine. At this moment, the true extent of Paul's control and manipulation becomes clear, leaving Audrey to grapple

Paul protests as his wife strokes his rapidly hardening shaft and the volume of sounds from the next room increase. "Close your eyes," Rhonda instructs him. "Don't worry about right and wrong just now." With his sister's moans filling his head, and his wife's hot pussy sliding down over his cock, Paul accepts the inevitable. Whatever is going to happen tomorrow is beyond their concern tonight and he thrusts up into his wife's pussy as his sister's voice provide the soundtrack to his lust. The next morning, Tim finds the conversation isn't going exactly where he wants it when Paul interrupts it with one of his typically caustic remarks.

‘The moment in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming, is where the dance of life really takes place. Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force.' Paul was on his way home after going to the home of the Viper killing them at a spot. He was a very good in guns. He was alone and was on barefoot. He had ordered his men not to follow him and didn't take any of his car with him.

A gasp comes out of my mouth. A combination of lust and passion seizes me. That novel is perhaps one of the most exciting things that have ever fallen into my hands. Paul reads quietly, in a passionate way. I find myself back on the street listening to him. His voice has a serious background note, powerful. I'm enjoying it more and more and it makes me want to watch.

he asked impatiently. “Hyde Park.” Lucas finally told him and he could see how Augustus’s face lit up in pure excitement. It definitely was on the list of places he wanted to visit and Lucas felt happy too, knowing that the boy would enjoy going there. The raven haired relaxed in his seat, feeling a lot less nervous than before, the weather was still good, they didn’t even miss the bus, things were going pretty smoothly. “Oh my, is that you Lucas Gray?” A gruff, trolling voice called out from the front, amidst echoing snickers, “and who’s that, your boyfriend?”

It was not quite a question. Paul looked at his father. He thought about everything — about the boy who had grown up in this kitchen being made to feel like nothing, about the years in prison, about the empire built in silence, about Sophia and Ana and Leo and Marta’s voice on the phone. He thought about all of it in the space of a second, the way you think about things you have lived with long enough that they have compressed into something you can hold all at once. Then he smiled. Not warmly. Not with anger. Just a quiet, private smile that contained everything and gave nothing away.

Isaiah POV This recording might break Kaia. It was not easy watching Paul crumble the way he did, seeing Sinclair. He really believed it was Iris. What unsettled me further was the way his voice cracked when he heard that Iris had been the target. The tears were real. The agony in his voice was real. The pleading for forgiveness was real. Paul has always been an arrogant bastard. Everything that has ever been said about him was negative. He was arrogant, pompous, and a bully. He didn’t care about his pack members, and he was cruel to Kaia. Yet, standing here, watching this unfold, something seems off.

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.

Then it grew fast, faster than I could breathe. I banged on the door, shouting, but the roar of the flames drowned me out. For a moment, I thought I was going to die right there, suffocated in smoke and heat. And then—someone opened the door. Not a teacher. Not help. Paul. He looked at me through the smoke, eyes calm. Too calm. He didn’t step closer. Didn’t offer a hand. He just stared, like he was deciding whether to let me burn or not. Then he smiled—small, cruel—and said, “You should’ve stayed in your place.”