Paul Sparks Audiobooks Novels & Stories

************************* "Tomorrow's the big day huh?" "Yeah," Rico smiled. "Woulda been today but, I let everyone go home for the holidays. Once we wrap up shooting tomorrow, the first episode of The Spark goes live," he grinned, clicking his glass with Jessi's. "It's gonna be a bang." Jessi took a sip and relaxed, dropping her glass on the stool between them. She'd replaced Sofia and Ryan on the recliner and they'd been speaking since then. "Hey, Rico didn't know you guys were here."

I walk away, not waiting for a response. The closer I get to the clinic, my heart rate picks up. I can smell his musk in the air, and my body responds. I'm breathing heavier, and my steps are slowing. He turns around, and my voice gets caught in my throat. Paul looks as good as ever but also a bit sickly. Paul's skin is gray, and his eyes look dead. He looks like he's staring into space. I look around, but there is nothing and no one that could have captured his interest. I turn back to Paul and take a small step toward him. "Paul? Are you okay?" ~Paul~

His world was about to end. The first man nodded. “Clean this place.” At the same time, Paul saw the ceiling above him glow faintly. The smell of petrol seeped into his nostrils. Flames ignited—small at first, then growing larger. Paul could only stare in silence as everything burned. In the last moments of his life, time felt strange, stretching and shrinking at once. The bar burned to the ground in five minutes. The night swallowed everything. *

"It has to wait, Paul. We are yet to gain the grounds we need and it has not been easy for all of us here." "I will have to tell James exactly what you have told me when I get back to Umuise." Mrs. Campbell nodded and took the letter from him. "Anything else you want to say?" "Nothing for now. I will be leaving." Paul Okeke stood up and left the room. He walked through the long hallway that had furnished brown doors that led to different departments in the station. One of the things he had learnt about the English people were their love for reading books and it made him to wonder if books were their ways of escaping from the tragedy the world harboured.

after a minutes when paul feels good he leaves hope. "Now tell me what's the matter don't try to fool me" hope Inquired him seriousally "Nothing happens sister" Paul lie to her "Lie you are liying whenever you are tense you always look at me r maaa. Now tell me what happen" hope Inquired him seriousally "Mad girl why you always think so many things huh? I will tell you if something happens" Paul makes fake excuses "I don't know i still feel that you are hidding something." hope said

Fiona looked at the soldier who looked more like a thug than the soldier in front of him, “I'm a mortal explorer, aren't you afraid to provoke me?” "Incited to you?" Paul Henry put the blade of grass at the corner of his mouth, eyes closed, “Comforting her? Little girl, live well, you are young, many things have not been experienced, do you think you are very tragic right now? The road in the future is a thousand times more tragic than you are now, so don't die in a hurry, the suffering is not over yet, don't you feel regretful?" “……” Paul Henry took the cigarette pack out of the pocket, laid the wet cigarette aside, then tore off a piece of the wet pack, rummaged through the pocket again, f

Or were you two-timing my husband all along? 'Your what?' Amy wondered if she had heard right. 'My name is Paul Clark.' Awash with confusing thoughts, Amy discovered one of them to be that maybe Paul's school had done something for his voice after all. It still had its softness, but now carried an undertone of steel which somehow forced one to listen. Paul was not about to let himself be spoken of as if he weren't here. 'I,' he went on, 'am one of the people who've had their time wasted by hoax phone calls.'

"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!"

She listened as Paul chuckled. “I killed a married couple and I’m standing in their home. The baby you hear crying was their daughter.” Paul’s Texas accent and his deep, soft-spoken voice made everything he said sound like a Western lullaby. “You killed a married couple?” Irena asked, making sure she heard Paul correctly. “Yes, I blew up their house using a small pipe bomb. You want to know why I did it?” Paul was still trying to decide whether to adopt Samantha while waiting to hear what his boss would say.