Novel & Cerita The Rescue Sparks Novel

“Accept this spirit back to your fold. We should not have held onto her for so long. Relinquish us from the burden of visions. We shall trust the river's flow, the path you set. No more diversions.” Then she unscrewed the bottle and I was thrown backwards in the explosion that tore through the woods, obliterating the cabin. “ZENA!” I scrambled towards her, holding her in my arms. The deafening cracking of dozens of falling trees left her gripping onto my shirt, both of us too shocked to speak. Then my panic vanished, replaced by a completely different feeling. Sparks. Where her fingers meet my bare chest. I feel sparks.

It actually didn't make much difference physically, since he never knew if his father was ever home or not, but emotionally, he did feel the loneliness creeping in on him, the encompassing dread of being all alone in the whole wide world. Two years passed by and Lucas still miraculously managed to push through, with the help of his college senior, the one friend that he had made in his entire life, Austin Lee. It almost seemed as if his life was slowly rippling back to normalcy, until that particular summer night, when Evangeline rang the doorbell to his apartment, and Lucas opened the door to find the ungrateful woman standing with a sleeping little boy in her arms, wearing an enraged expre

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

Before she could think further, darkness swallowed her whole. A deafening roar filled Liesa’s ears. Her body burned and froze at the same time, the sensations tearing through her. She thrashed weakly, desperate, like someone drowning. When her hand found someone, she grabbed on instinct. Her fingers tightened with all the strength she could muster. No matter what, she refused to let go. When Liesa woke up, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling. Then came the familiar decor. She blinked slowly, confusion pulling at her. They were back at the estate.

She stumbled back, hand pressed to her chest. “You… you saved me,” she breathed, the gratitude shocking her. The chaotic rookie had just stopped her from stepping into oblivion. She hurried toward them, the need for human contact overwhelming her suspicion. “How did you find each other? Liam, you just disappeared—” Their concerned expressions froze, then smoothed into blank, identical masks. Their eyes, cold and depthless, locked onto her. Spark’s blood turned to ice. She skidded to a halt. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Stop! Don’t hit me. Mrs. Foster, I’m not the mistress… Miss Foster, you’ve been deceived. I’m the real one who saved you–” A baton slammed hard into my back, and a metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. “Still lying, huh? Hit her again. Don’t stop until she can’t get up.” At Mrs. Foster’s vicious order, the beating intensified again. My vision blurred, and the pool of blood beneath me grew larger. Was I going to die here again today? I clenched my lips and quickly took the chance to send Elijah a distress message through my smartwatch. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, Elijah arrived with the police.

She nodded her head and kissed the back of her hand. “I am sorry darling. I would never leave you again” Paula sighed and drifted to sleep patting Zachary. Zara stared at Paula and remembered the reason for her return. She still couldn’t believe the sudden turn of events in her life in just one month. Author's note : Hello cuties....... I am so happy to announce about my third novel. I am expecting to release it in two months. I can't reveal the name yet but the genre is romantic mafia story. And we are just 30 chapters away to complete this book. His Sparkling Sunshine

Chapter 3 Rebecca couldn't tell whether it was the morning sun that woke her up, or the aroma of something delicious downstairs. Her eyes still closed and she stayed in bed, she smiled. She knew it was her brother creating the edible magic that heightened her senses with warmth and excitement. She sighed and sat up on her bed. She covered her eyes from the morning as she stood up to close the blinds. She then took a long stretch and an involuntary yawn followed immediately. She couldn't even tell whether she felt refreshed or if she was more tired than she was last night.

And I felt the light slowly going out of me. But a spark kept me going. I will survive. I will escape. For Chase. For our love. I cling to that spark, my lifeline in this desolate darkness. And I wait. And I scream. And I pray. For someone, anyone, to hear me. To find me. To save me. Before it's too late. I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind foggy from hunger, thirst, and exhaustion. How long had it been since the last time I woke up? I couldn’t tell. The darkness seemed to have a physical presence, suffocating me.

“He stopped him from killing me and locked me back up. He was so angry. But even that didn’t convince him that he should kill me. Instead, he chained me inside his torture room and killed one of the children that I was trying to protect.” My vision blurs, and my body slumps forward as my energy drains from my body. Seeing me fall, Connor lifts me in his arms and places me on my bed. I hold him tightly as I let the last words leave my lips. “I didn’t know what to do. I cried for days until all I could think about was ending myself again. That was the last time I cried. About a week later, Micah rescued us, and I was free. But I didn’t feel free because I knew what I did.” Connor rocks me and