Spark Notes Novels & Stories

I was rock hard, painfully so, straining against my sweatpants. “Fuck, baby…” I whispered to myself, eyes half-closed as I listened again. I kept replaying the last voice note she sent — the one where her moans got louder, sharper, and more desperate right before she came. The way her voice cracked at the end, that broken little cry… it was pure heaven. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Spark was about to say before he got interrupted by a his phone ringing tone. Spark brought out his iPhone and saw an unknown video call. "Ugh???" he mumbled before picking it, the screen was first dark before the lights turned on and A familiar female face appeared on it. "Hello Mark" Spark's face got cold as he was shocked to the marrow. " Stella"..... . Flashback Orangun Cemetery

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.

It is an infamous Shakespearean quote, "Expectation is the root of all heartache", but it was a headache in this case, because Lucas had expected his alarm to wake him up at the right time and since the stupid clock couldn't do that, he was now late, cranky and super tired. He didn't catch any sleep last night, pertaining to the fact that he was busy trying not to break down all over again. It had taken so much effort, just to remind himself that Evan didn’t understand any of his guilt and unlike him, the baby had even forgotten what had happened.

, said Mya. Mya kept on going and going about how this boy looked like but I wasn’t really listening. Mya had braces on her teeth and she had freckles on her face. But she kept them half-hidden with the make-up she put on her face. She always kept her silver blonde hair in a bun and her hair kind of complimented her eyes as they were silver grey. But her eyes weren’t that much noticeable to normal humans due to the fact that she wore glasses and nobody bothered to interact with her, except me.

Jack says, his voice lowering conspiratorially, "I've always thought you were wasted on hardware. You've got a spark, Samantha. Something special." I pause, a screwdriver hanging forgotten in my hand. "I... thank you," I whisper, unused to such genuine praise. The weight of years of feeling unappreciated presses down on me, making Jack's words all the more poignant. Suddenly, we're standing face to face, mere inches apart. The air between us feels charged, heavy with unspoken desires. I can feel the warmth of his breath, see the flecks of gold in his eyes. The scent of sweat mingles with his cologne, creating an intoxicating blend that makes my head spin.

“Do you know what a pack of wolves does to those weaker than the rest?” Slaughter them. Yet, they hadn’t killed her. But now, if I had to guess, I’d bet she lived in that house outcast from the others. “You seem to hear me.” I pointed out. She paused as if realizing that surprised her. “What are you?” “People say I’m a Spark.” I explained. “It must be incredible to be so special.” She murmured wishfully. *** Reimus and Verias had retraced their steps to try to find me.

Chapter 10 The screeching sound of the cotton blinds getting opened woke Vivian woke up from her sleep, and the sunlight that attacked her was unexpected. It looked like the intensity of the sun had tripled, only to blind her. "Who got the window opened? Get them closed!", She groaned in misery as she shielded her eyes from the sun with her heavy hands. The intensity of the light was adding more pangs to her throbbing headache. She'd forgotten that she usually had really hurtful hangovers after a night of drinking.

There was a sense of impatience that he had to endure until he met Cristine. And it was Celine's figure that seemed to make Grace even more suspicious. This morning, the girl acted as if nothing had happened but it turned out ... like a bomb ready to explode whenever the trigger was pulled. The news seemed trivial (Grace really didn't care about the narrative of Celine's achievements, her love story with Jacob that was likened to a princess and prince meeting, or the many intimate photos of them spread across social media) but for Grace, the news was not just news.

When an innocent voice had their eyes widening. "Fuwck me! Fuwck me!" Arham mumbled happily while clapping his hands. Alex face was ashen as she stared at the raging form of Alizey, who was ready to kill. The buff man ran from there as Alizey ran behind him like a killer on mission. THE END BOOK 2 AND BOOK 3 of Sparkle of life (Sequel) is available on booknet app only. Follow KATHLEEN HAYAT there and read the books.