Sparks Notes Novels & Stories

Penelope is running out of time as she needs to find hefty sum of money for her brother’s surgery. With having no one to help her, she relies solely on her escorting job. One day, her path crosses with Kilian King who needed an escort to a charity ball he is hosting after two years. She discovers his need for a surrogate and leaps at the opportunity. Kilian King has been a widow for two years since his wife died in an accident. He has become cold and detached over the years but a call from the hospital has him searching for a surrogate. What happens when she is offered the opportunity to become a surrogate for a billionaire? She has no choice but to sign the agreement to save her dying brother There will be personality clashes and sparks when Penelope and Killian meet. Will sparks fly as they are confined to be in each others company?

When Lana Sparks, a tiger-shifter on the run from her old pack, meets the San Antonio, Texas, tiger-shifter alpha Roman Velazquez, she must decide whether to join him and his two advisors as their Alpha Mate in to save herself and create a new life for herself.

"This doesn't make sense," I whispered, my hand on the door knob. "We can't tell mom and dad," he whispered back into the darkness. "You can't be my mate!?" I hissed back, "You're my brother." "I'm not going to resist the sparks, April," he growled, "or the pull, and feeling of want... Do you hear me?" "W-what?" "I want you so bad it hurts," he whispered. It was like my lips moved and spoke for me. "Then take me." His warm lips smashed onto mine, finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was, almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me. I kissed him back with force and longing. My first kiss is with my brother. My mate

Ares Vasilios and Luciana Milano met 4 years ago at a new year's eve party, when they shared a short moment of magic and passion. Three years later their paths cross again. What drama would unfold for them? Will they feel the same sparks they felt 4 years ago?

313 days before my life was caught short. Jasmine is a teenage girl with dreams, doubts, and a haunted kind of knowing. When her classmate Brianna drowns under suspicious circumstances, Jasmine starts receiving cryptic notes suggesting it wasn’t an accident—and that she was supposed to be next. As she spirals into a surreal investigation that blurs dreams and reality, secrets and lies, Jasmine begins to uncover a chilling truth: someone is erasing girls like her, one by one. They say Jasmine is dead. The headlines agree. There’s even a memorial. But there’s no body. No explanation. And Jasmine? She’s still here. 313 days before everything unraveled, she was just a girl balancing school, parties, and the quiet ache of being misunderstood. Now, she exists somewhere in between—unseen, unheard, and trying to make sense of the life she lost. Obsessed with uncovering what really happened to her, Jasmine digs into the memories she can’t fully trust. Friendships weren’t as solid as they seemed. The people she loved were hiding things. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes— She was never just a victim. And death might not be the end of her story. It might be where it really begins.

Lily Sterling marries into the powerful Sterling family, unaware of their werewolf heritage. Her curiosity leads her to a forbidden forest on a full moon night, where she is attacked by a rogue wolf and saved by her dangerously attractive stepson, Callum. Their encounter sparks an undeniable bond that threatens love, loyalty, and survival within the pack.

BLURB .... nonymous 2:0: How does it feels like to drown?, To be covered not in water, but with the blood of this damn life.. I have experienced that, and trust me when I say am an expert on everything that's bad, you name it: Murder, bullying, depression... Everything!, and I had decided to live with that...Oh god, I was fine living that way and literally thought that would be how the last years of my university would go, but fuck, I was so damn wrong immediately he appeared along, the pest, and the dumbass roommate, I have never wanted: That dickhead, LUCAS! LUCAS: As a student who won a scholarship during his third year to a new university, life's gonna be pretty hard, meaning I would have to catch up with the notes, lectures blah blah blah (You know the rest), but what I actually cared about was to make friends, get along with my new roommate, and graduate happily like any other happy ever after, but what the fuck happened?... All my dreams immediately crashed down when I moved in and met him...The university demon, MY DEAR ROOMMATE! Note: This is a bl novel, not straight, and some parts are dark, but don't let it scare you away, cause what's a novel without romance and spice?....

Viola Giovanni's hitherto boring life as an accountant becomes a lot more exciting when, one night, after closing late from work, she stumbles on a murder scene. The perpetrator? Only the notorious mafia boss, Alvarez Italo- one of the most powerful, most ruthless men in the country. She first-hand sees proof of it that night. And he sees her. He definitely knows she's a problem; a witness. While, to her surprise, he lets her live, he doesn't let her go. And it will take her a while to realize that she's been caught in the web of a dangerous obsession with one of the most lethal men out there When he begins to feature in her life in unsettling ways- stalking her, breaking into her house, leaving her notes, as well as nearly blowing off the head of a possible boyfriend, she realizes that she's in deep trouble. She tries to run… That is when he kidnaps her and confines her to his villa, to be released on the condition that she falls in love with him. Viola tells him it will be over her dead body. And in the ensuing struggle between brain and heart, as she promises to hate him for life, Alvarez swears that she will be his come hell or high water.

She tried to win him back. The kidnappers did not get the memo. Nora Hale’s life used to read like one of her bestselling novels - perfect husband, dream career, book tours- she was living her best life. Now, after two years of crippling writer's block, looming deadlines, and a husband who has packed his bags, her story has hit a brutal plot twist, and Nora is desperate to have the happy ending she’s used to writing. Naturally, she does what any logical, emotionally sane woman would do – plan a dangerous trip to Paris to rekindle the spark with her husband (and maybe spark a new book while she’s at it). The plan? Simple. The outcome? Absolute chaos. Between real criminals, fake ransom notes, French police, and one soon-to-be ex-husband, Nora’s romantic rescue mission quickly turns into an international disaster. But somewhere between the mayhem and macarons, Nora and her husband rediscover something they’d lost – the spark that started it all. Now if only she can keep him from finding out the truth behind the worst (and best) idea she’s ever had before the credits roll. Because in love and fiction… sometimes the best stories are total disasters. Billionaire romance story.

Today, I am going to marry the man I love, Damon Mark Olson. We didn’t have it easy. I am the veritable Cinderella and he was my handsome prince. People frowned on our relationship. Even his mother never failed to show her dislike for me at every opportunity. But Damon fought hard for me. At the church, I heard the first notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D and started my bridal walk. Damon looked dapper in his suit but he looked distracted, and his hair looked kind of mussed. Tenderness swept over me. When I reached his side, he took my hand. An electric current coursed through our connected skin. Damon looked startled, and I almost laughed, The priest gave us his blessings. And to Damon, he said, “You may now kiss your bride.” I held my breath as Damon very gently lifted my veil. Our eyes connected, and I saw a swirling mass of emotions in his gaze before his head dipped and gave me a kiss that jarred me. He kissed expertly, too expertly, that my eyes flew to his face. And that was when realization sank in. I was not kissing Damon Mark Olson. I was kissing someone who looked exactly like him.