Sparrow Miraculous Novels & Stories

“What do animals like Mr Smith love?--- Women. We are going to use a woman to get Mr Smith trapped in his own cobweb. “I’m not getting this,” Ayaan declared, still wearing the I-am-confused look. He rested his back against the couch. “You are always the gentle and holy one. You get nothing in the world of people like us. But don’t worry, I will take care of this,” Faizan guaranteed. “How are you going to do it?” “Just trust me,” Faizan smiled and chug down his remaining drink. Author’s note 🥰🥰🥰

He was so smart on top of that, it made it really easy to babysit him, Evan had already learnt a few words which he frequently used to convey things like, sippy for water, yes and no, yum for food, etc, otherwise it was just random babbling. Whenever Lucas would be too busy to give him attention, he would put on rhymes for him on the television or on the phone and Evan would obediently watch that, until the older would come and play with him. Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourf

"We're happy, Etincelle. Mara is schooling now while Fial is starting his nursery rhymes. Sapphira at Moriah are helping him." "Such a cutie," my heart melted. They kept their promise that they would adopt Mara and made her their legitimate child. Baste said he had liked Mara eversince because she was kind and friendly. Thrante liked her too and she and her husband decided to take Mara home and make her their own child. "My heart is melting. Awe," I cupped my chest, "you're really lucky to have Baste, caz. Don't you have any plan on having a baby again?"

He bent down to scoop me up into his arms and was ready to take me to the hospital when the parrot spoke again. "Get rid of the baby! Get rid of the baby!" I instinctively covered Gabriel's ears and looked at him through tears. "Please, don't listen to it." But I knew he heard it. And just like that, his expression shifted. He looked away from me and turned to stare at the parrot. The parrot's words echoed through the whole house, and it felt like they were etched into my mind. I grabbed Gabriel's face, forcing him to look at me. "Honey, don't believe it. It's nonsense. Please, don't listen to that bird."

"But I’m a memory that chose to die for you. Was that programmed, Elara? Did the AI tell me to sacrifice my life for a 'Subject'?" I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. "The Architects can build the forest, but they can't control the way the leaves fall," Jax said, standing up. She walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. Her touch felt solid—warm and real. "They think they're in control because they have the data. But they don't have the **Spark**. That white fire in your chest? That isn't math. That’s what happens when the math breaks. That’s called a Miracle."

After a few moments, the two joined her and everyone cheered as Mike opened the champagne and the cork popped out. "It's non alcoholic so you can drink too, honey." Mike whispered as he handed his wife a glass. He held her in his arms and lightly kissed her forehead. Louisa secretly gushed as she watched the couple gaze at each other lovingly. She was really happy for her friend. "A toast." She interrupted excitedly. Everyone raised their glasses, waiting for Louisa to continue. "To miracles." She whispered. Mike gazed adoringly at his wife. "To miracles." They chorused.

Jacob asked in amazement. "This is just a type of bird that mimics human speech." Quinn laughed. How did the residents elect this Jacob as mayor when his mind was so unclear? Mia began to playfully engage with the parrot. "Hello!" Under normal circumstances, the parrot should also learn to say "hello" after her. However, the parrot suddenly shrieked at maximum volume. "It's him, it's him. It's definitely him!" Then, it spat blood from its mouth, fluttered a few times, and died. This scene left Chase and the others utterly dumbfounded.

I trusted her, and I felt she could help me sort out this mess with my boss. "He said that? That you could get away with a fake marriage if you didn't get a license?" Mary asked as she brushed a strand of her lavender curls away from her face. She sat on one of our mismatched dining chairs, with one foot resting on the seat, sipping tea from a psychedelic coffee mug she had made in seventh grade. "Yes. Then he said how important the company was to him and that he would give me a bonus." I poured the cooked fettuccine into the colander and dumped it back into the pot.

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.

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast