Paul Sparks Audiobooks Novels & Stories

' Paul said, "Money is something you can't bring with you when you die. I'm just trying to help as many people as I can before I end up on the sickbed." Paul spoke as if he was going to die anytime and had accepted his fate. Stella looked at him from head to toe. He was wrapped up so tightly that the only visible part about him was his eyes. 'But he doesn't look very old. What a strange man.' Stella thought to herself. "H–Have you been well over these years?" Paul suddenly asked. Stella was taken aback as her gaze deepened, "Do you know me?" Paul's expression remained the same as if that was just a casual question, "I've met with your mother, Rainee Spade, a few times."

"Because I want to fuck you and make love to you. You look and smell like my Alba, but I know you’re not her. Something in that drink makes me dream of Alba. And if I touch you, I will hurt her." "Paul, look at me…" I ran my finger over his nose before cupping his cheeks and tilting forward so he was looking at me, my thumb brushing against his skin. "Do you feel that? The sparks?" He nodded his head. He closed his eyes and he seemed to be reveling in the sparks dancing between us. "Only I, Alba, can give you that. I’m Alba, Paul. And I'm here." "I’m drunk." He snapped his eyes open and swallowed hard

Smiling Paul added, "I have done a lot of bad things in my youth. That time I didn't think twice before doing something even though I was becoming a sinner. I became greedy and my lust for power never let me go back. Even knowing how they were treating her, I never uttered a word. Though I had money, I didn't pay for that child's grandmother's debt. I even lied to that child and made her sign the papers without telling her the real truth. Now everything is getting back to me." They both stared at each other. Stopping for a moment Marks added, "It's already past, we can't change it." "I know. That's why I am telling you to leave me. Go back to your old life, you will be a great author." "But

"I thought maybe, you know, he had, um, seen something." "Something?" Ace asked, amused. "Like his first gay kiss? Worried that his head might explode?" A little. "No. I was just, you know, curious." Not jealous. Nope. They fell silent, nursing their beers. Paul wanted to keep Ace talking. Hell, he wanted a lot more than that. Needed to find something they had in common besides Steven. And that thought led him to the first night he met Ace. "So, are you a regular at Sparks?" Paul asked, aiming for casual and missing.

She waited. Mark cleared his throat. It came out dry. “Okay.” Paul leaned back, boots hooked on the rung of his chair, arms crossed with the lazy arrogance of someone who expected resistance and was prepared to savor every ounce of it. His voice carried a practiced nonchalance, but his eyes gleamed with the anticipation of a man who’d brought popcorn to a slow-motion train wreck. “That sounded ominous. Should I start updating my will now, or just leave my guitars to science?”

They were each other's strength and support. Year one, The First Spark, is completed and checked off! Next up is year two: The Second Symphony. A year to grow as individuals, as well as a year to tend to the growing bonds between people. Join Dillon and Tony as they set off on the wild ride called life. It will be a year of laughs, tears of joy, as well as demons and fears. It matters not what that year had in store for them. They'd get through it regardless. Gold isn't scrapped like iron. No, they would be fine because they were hopeful, and because they had faith in what they'd found.

Strangely enough, the person on the other side remained silent as she could hear the very faint sound of steady breathing, her face once again scrunching up in confusion before she tried yet again. “Hello?” Few more moments of complete silence followed, the girl already starting to feel a little bit freaked out by the whole ordeal. "Hello?” The voice of what sounded like an old lady finally answered back, the girl feeling herself letting out a small breath of relief before she eventually started conversing with the nice lady. "You are so dead,” She mouthed to a stupidly grinning Dan whilst conversing with the old woman. ________________

“You didn’t actually sleep with Caspian’s girlfriend, did you?” Paul doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at me, which only makes my stomach sink further. His silence says more than words ever could, but I still need to hear him say it. I need to be sure. “Is that a yes or no?” I press, my heart pounding in my chest. Paul sighs and throws his hands up, like he’s tired of hiding. “Fine. We were young, okay? I was wild, Gladys was wild, and Caspian was… tame. It’s not my fault she found something in me and hooked up with me.”

I breath in and out in and out. I can do this I mutter to myself and then I hear a knock on my door, I go and answer it and I see Paul on the other side. Earlier today at the beach he asked if i wanted to go to the bombfire with him, I hesitated a little bit, but in the end I agreed, what wrong with two friends going to a bombfire together, but something in my gut tells me it's more than that to Paul, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.