Novel & Cerita Sparkles Supernatural

“What is it?” Paula asked her from the side. Zara pointed at the screen and showed her the shiny thing. “Look at here. Lucien was driving me out” She played the video of him driving her out and a sparkle appeared when they were passing the main gate. She froze the screen and pointed at the sparkle. “Look, Look here. Did you see the sparkle? It’s as if he put something on his hand but as long as I remember Lucien’s not a fan of accessories. It reflected because of the sunlight from the window and sparkled. I want to see what it is”

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.

Though Elena hadn't done anything to her as Aiden implied, she was an easy target. Secretly, Sparkles desired to be a human, someone that could go out and be in a large social gathering without the feeling of wanting to feed on each one because their blood smelled so nice, and not the monster she was. She had no choice in choosing how she turned out as she was born this way. Yet, the thought of Elena coming out perfect even though she was a supernatural being herself infuriates her. “He can't hear you Sparkles,” Ellen mumbled. Sparkle's brows creased as she stared at Ellen, “What do you mean by he can't hear me?”

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

Sparks flew everywhere. The piece screamed and twisted fiercely, arcs of chaotic energy clashing with my balanced power. But slowly, the beat started to fit. I felt like my pulse, the Silver Heart, the True End, the Shadowed Moon, and my ties were all fine together. The forest was lit up by red, silver, black, and fiery sparks that looked like a storm of stars. "You... Moonbound... impossible!"The piece hissed." "You are the only one who can bring together chaos and bonds."

"The old laws are dead. The Beast is gone." ​"Fire!" the voice on the loudspeaker commanded. ​I closed my eyes, waiting for the sound of bullets. But the sound never came. ​I opened my eyes and gasped. The soldiers were trying to pull their triggers, but they couldn't move. Their hands were frozen on their weapons. A soft, golden mist had risen from the ground, wrapping around their legs and arms like gentle vines. It wasn't hurting them; it was simply holding them still. ​This was the Sterling Spark. It was the power to grow, to hold, and to protect.

I slowly lowered myself to the floor, my knees coming to rest beside the spilled water and shattered glass. Bella gasped softly and moved closer before carefully lowering herself to kneel beside me. We both stared at the mess in complete horror. Something deeply unnatural and terrifying was happening right before our eyes. The moment the tablet touched the water, it began bubbling violently. A faint hissing sound filled the room as the blue coating dissolved at an unnatural speed, releasing a strange bluish-gray substance into the water. Within seconds, the clear water had turned cloudy and murky.

Pressed the cutter to the seam. "Why is this thing so bright? It feels wrong." "It's not just light magic." Seraphina rasped. Eyes wide with sudden, horrific realization. She looked at tubes running from the base of the pedestal into the floor. "It's connected to the beds. Mimi, it's not just healing them. It's draining the latent celestial sparks from every student in this wing. It's a siphon." "The 'Hand that Heals' is a parasite." I hissed.

Soliaire flashes his eyes on me again this time they are bright with a fire shining inside of them, no doubt the fire he wants to burn me with. I'm paralyzed with fear as he roams his hands all over my body. It's like I'm under his spell and can't look away from his blinding gaze. "Once upon a time I knew a girl who looked just like you." His fingers are on my neck. "She wanted something only I could give and in return I asked for her soul." His hand is placed against my chest. "She gave to me willingly." He leans in to whisper in my ear. "But I doubt you would ever willingly give me anything and that's alright, I have no problem taking it from you."

"Oh, absolutely. It's been my lifelong dream." "I can tell," he grins, eyes twinkling. "You have a real talent for it." Our banter flows easily, punctuated by stolen glances and lingering touches. Each time our hands accidentally brush, it sends sparks dancing across my skin. I find myself craving these fleeting moments of contact, even as guilt gnaws at the edges of my consciousness. "You know," Jack says, his voice lowering conspiratorially, "I've always thought you were wasted on hardware. You've got a spark, Samantha. Something special."