Spark City Novels & Stories

It was as if what Sella was doing would not have any effect on the group of people who had an interest there. “I think we should meet and talk more often, Grace,” Cristine said, patting the elegant woman of the night on the shoulder. “You're right. And I'm quite curious about Bryan's explanation about the resort. Papa, you heard about it, right? Should we own one of the resorts that Bryan is building?” “That's not a bad idea, Grace.” Edgar laughed. “How about we schedule a visit there? Would you mind, Bryan?” Bryan smiled broadly. “Why would I mind? I'd be honored to welcome your visit. I'll show you some beautiful spots to relax and enjoy your time at Hongdu Beach.”

June said. She walked up to the lead man, met his cold eyes. “I’m not giving you the baby,” June told him. “But I’ll give you the Spark. On one condition.” “Anything,” he said, smiling wider. “The Spark won’t be harvested from memories anymore,” June explained. She looked at the marble veins on her arms. “It comes from me. Whenever someone on Earth turns on a light, they’ll take a piece of my life. I’ll be the battery. And you’ll set the people free.”

Mark suggested amidst the laughter. "Yes, indeed. We have a wedding to plan," Gideon teasingly added. "Enough of this nonsense. It is a simple event." Spark explained angrily. "Yet, it is still a wedding," Chad retorted joining in on the laughter. "You know what, I'm leaving," Spark declared, preparing to exit, but then he paused, turning towards Chad with tears in his eyes. He rushed forward, embracing him tightly. "Come on, Spark, you are too old for this," Chad said, lightly tapping Spark's back.

But Hazel pulled my hand and directed my body towards the hockey players who had just arrived at this building. "Look, he's our college hockey captain. His name is Drake. He's a really good player but if I could be his girlfriend, I wouldn't." She whispered into my ear. "Drake is a playboy. Even if he doesn't like the cheers members, you should be careful." "Why doesn't he like cheers?" Hazel shrugged her shoulders. "Because everyone is crazy about him. Like a game, everyone wants to sleep with him. Because he's handsome, dashing, and definitely good at 'it'. You know what I mean, right?"

Kassian Léon The plane takes off. The roar of the engines, the push against the back, then near silence. The city lights recede, become a carpet of fireflies, then disappear beneath the clouds. She looks out the window, fascinated, her breath forming a slight mist on the glass. — It's beautiful, she says. — Yes.

Nyla I stared at the photo on my screen, unable to look away. Ezekiel stood there by the pool, shirtless and glistening, his wet hair slicked back, those perfectly carved abs catching the sunlight like some kind of god. My brother Garrett was next to him, laughing, but my eyes only saw Ezekiel. He looked so hot it almost hurt. I’d been invited to go with them today, but the usual shyness had crept in, and I’d said no. Now I was regretting it so badly my chest ached.

- Emory - The night sky stretched endlessly above us, stars twinkling like distant lanterns. The pack’s celebration was in full swing—howls, laughter, and the pounding of drums echoed through the clearing. Fires blazed brightly, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of my pack. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, sweet berries, and the unmistakable energy of relief and hope. I found myself standing at the edge, watching the scene unfold. My heart swelled with pride, but beneath that, a persistent relief that I couldn’t quite contain. We had survived. We had fought through darkness and betrayal, and tonight, we celebrated life—our life—as one.

I didn’t have to look to know there would be dark ashy patches over my hips and along the bottom of my belly where I’d overheated my organs enough to nearly kill myself. Having the power of the Spark should’ve been a blessing based on the lore. It’s not. It’d always proven to be anything but. It made men I didn’t want lust for me. And made it confusing to determine if ones I did want truly desired me, or just lusted because of my power. And the heat I could generate from the flames inside me should’ve protected me, instead they hurt me more than anyone else. Making it improbable to use it efficiently. Without killing my fool self.

she chuckled. Rico walked away from her, his hands on his face. “What’s up?” She chuckled nervously, walking closer. “Uh, not much, just that you’ve made like my year, with this…” “Oh come on,” she blushed, “Now you sound just like Ryan. I just agreed to come work for you. What’s the big deal about that?” “You agreed to come work for me and that means we get to start working on what is definitely going to be the greatest tv show ever, The Spark,” he stated like it was a well-known fact.