Sparrow: A Novel Novels & Stories

Angel and Thea as well as the mafia council, and Don's of various cartels were in attendance to show their support to her. After the funeral, she took some days off to soak up her tears then she returned to take her revenge on the person who made her life miserable. Sparrow had been caged in one of Don Ricardo's properties deep in the woods and Isolated. It was the slaughter house for her predecessors. They only used it rarely for people who committed great crimes against them. She never thought she'd have to use it but here she was. She had given the order for Sparrow to be beaten and starved for weeks. Having water only twice a week and two slice of bread. She made sure he didn't die out o

Scarlett’s POV “I’m sorry for your loss, but this is the first time I’m hearing about this,” I talk to the guy, and taking a glimpse into his sad story, I find it easier to talk in a sympathy tone, “May I know her name?” He shoots me a glare, but he grumbles: “Sparrow. Sparrow Ryan.” “That’s a cute name,” I try to smile at him. I actually feel like I do know that name. My brain stores a glimpse of that name because it was so special. But I can’t remember what happened to her. It wasn’t registered anywhere near Sebastian though.

Her two buttons were already on. "What will happen to me after we get married? Should I wear thick powder? Summer must be surprised if my face is always red." In her bedroom, Summer was lying on her stomach. She looked adorable with one hand supporting her chin and her legs constantly moving like a swimmer. "Toby, listen carefully. Sparrows are small birds about the size of a tennis ball. They are brown with a few black and gray markings in some parts," Summer read an article she found for her plushie.

Sparrow cried when she managed to hold her shift for a full minute. I've never been able to stop before, she said. It always took me. I always burned. Luan put her hand on Sparrow's shoulder. You're not burning now. Sparrow looked at her hands. At her human hands. No, she said. I'm not. Luan sat apart from the pack as the sun began to set. They had built a fire. They were cooking meat. They were laughing. The sound of it was strange and beautiful and heartbreaking.

The brown haired had only just arrived, but it amazed Lucas, at how he fit in so well, he observed it was a part of the boy’s vibrant personality, and it was a total contrast to his own zombie like self. The nineteen-year-old exhaled a relieved sigh, as he felt his headache vanishing subsequently, and entered into Austin’s apartment, feeling a little different than before. An addition of a new member, always meant things were about to change, and Lucas, who was often used to harsh changes, had never once imagined that this particular change, was the one he would grow to cherish the most.

"Even if we don't feel the spark anymore?" He nodded again, as if he was so certain. "Even when the spark is gone." I smiled to myself. I just couldn't put my emotions into words. All I knew was this thing was real. This was something I could hold on. And deep inside I was hoping this thing would last. I just learned how to love faithfully again. That kind of love that was certain and secured. That kind of love that was real. "Shall we go home now?" He asked.

Fortunately, Jethro helped me in time and stabled me on the ground. He whispered, “I think the sparrow mistook us for assassins.” “It looks that way. Who would want to kill her?” Jethro shook his head, and I know that as well. I dusted my clothes and put back the map inside the pocket of my clothes, slowly approaching the angered sparrow. All her feathers were standing, indicating that she was ready to attack at any time. Behind her, I noticed something white and round. It must be her baby. I seemed to have understood this situation.

Inspiration Lewis Capaldi Hold me while you wait Chapter 1 Dawn Newberry walked onto the campus of the local college and could feel all the butterflies in her stomach take flight. She knew that she was different from every other person on the entire campus, and though she was special in some ways, different was not good when dealing with other people. She hated the idea that she was there. She was small and knew that she had mapped out the campus and had the map in her mind. She was going to take forever to get to one side and back. Her legs kept moving, though, knowing that she was probably going to be late regardless of whatever she did to try to make it on-time.

Sparrow let out his eyes flickering with mischief. Day later...... It's been five days since Sparrow had gone back to Russia, he did call and even though I and Lisa his wife had never met each other we were growing a pretty great relationship as we spoke on the phone and did video calls. I also got to see Marie their daughter and she looked like both her parents, she had her mom's hair and eyes and the others were her dad's features, she was a really cute baby. A knock came on my door disrupting my thoughts.

The sparrow died with the regret of not killing him. My story ended with my death. Finally, Sparrow was free from the demon. Death set her free. . . . THE END *****