True Believer Sparks Novels & Stories

"Now, don't turn. Just listen... The old man on a blue tuxedo Douglas Reeves, the owner of Greenwich Village Ltd. He's the main reason we're here. My company is at a crucial point of a project, and we need to partner with him to make sure we become successful. The project has been lingering on for years because he's not decided to give us a chance. He's very difficult to get a hold of, and this ball party is usually the only chance I have to give him my proposal. The problem is, at the past ball parties, he would bring up stories of his late wife while they were still alive, and he would end up advising to get married. He often asked me why I haven't married my sister, but he doesn't know sh

“Hi, Ana or should I call you love? I’m writing this while watching you sleep. I have always like doing that, it’s like a fresh air after on a sunny day and a water after a day in the desert. You never failed to amaze me. Everything you do is fascinating and I will admit that my heart broke when I found out about the lie… and it will take a while for me to regain my trust back but after the day I had with you. I now want to have a day like this for the rest of my life. It’s sounds cringe but I meant every word I wrote. Give me time, and I promise you that we will be together. It may be not now but soon. I’ll explain everything to your sister and I feel sorry to break her heart but it’s you t

“I mean, do they hold services and all of that?” “Yes, it is a fully functional church.” “Why are we here then?” “Because of this,” he told her, stopping her with the weight of his hands. “Open your eyes.” Sandra did as he ordered, then looked up. In front of her was a sight so magnificent that it stole her breath away. “Is this the real one?” she asked in a quiet, reverent tone, staring up at the mural painting. “It is,” he answered, his voice equally quiet. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

But because his words didn’t fill a space, they reminded me I’d never left it. Sometimes it only takes one person seeing the whole picture to steady your hand. And Powell always had a way of seeing past the noise. Not comfort. Not rescue. Just belief. Clean and honest. Then my phone buzzed again. Another message. This one from Barry. A notification blinked across my screen. Barry. A forwarded headline: “Nathan’s Strategy Team Commands Licensing Narrative.” Underneath it, just a short message: Figured you'd be packing by now. Safe travels.

"Dear John, do not hate me for this. Forgive me for hiding the truth. This was something you obviously found after my death. You aren't a fruit of my womb. You were given to me by a lady who saw me worthy of taking care of you. She said she had to save lives and while she was at it, I needed to save yours, for your future is the spark, your spark, the spark of a new creation. Hate me not but heed my word, fight the darkness rising and never give up." First Person Narrative John Present Date; 2014 I knew there was something in me. Like my mother aforementioned, the spark of breath and essence, the spark of sentience, the spark of greatness. The spark of limitless uniqueness and the spark of l

I boldly stood up to ask her some questions about the authencity of what i heard. " Sparkle, I want you to make me believe that what I heard from you and your brother is a lie. Sparkle kept mute as she used her right hand to hold her mouth so that she won't burst into tears to worsen the situation. she held my hand and we walked into the room. I was prepared to hear the worst from her at the moment.

Without delay, he shortened his speech and within moments, declared his acceptance: “I, Emory Saint, accept the role of Alpha of the Fire Stone Pack. I will guard it with my life and ensure peace and harmony for all who are part of or accepted into this pack.” As he spoke, a strange tingling coursed through my body. Sparks of electricity seemed to ignite within me, and my eyes turned a brighter, more piercing blue. Angora rushed onto the podium, standing directly in front of me as my eyes slowly returned to normal. We didn’t want the pack to see what was happening just yet—we needed to understand why Matthias had kept this secret all these years.

"You should find out what kind of girl I am first. The one who is always fighting with the kitchen and has a little crazy and random in her head." Bryan still maintained his laughter. "At least that's honesty that deserves a thumbs up." "I'm not willing to lie about my personality. If you want to get close to me, whether it's friendship, cooperation, or even if it involves feelings. I'm not a girl who likes to cover up flaws. It's better for them to know that I'm who I am than for them to know that I'm just pretending." "And I'm one of the lucky ones who gets to know a bit about this?" Bryan pointed in the direction where they would soon be heading. "Well, that's the place."

"What happened next?" "Then they went out to plant the bombs. The bombs weren't real, of course; none of the weapons these unprofessional fanatics get grabbed with, were never real. They permanently came from arms dealers who turn out to be working for the government, just as the inciters constantly turn out to be. The spooks were out in potency, pausing at the target synagogue for the four men to turn up so they could arrest them. Osborne and Glenn Horrex, charting their own agenda, had been unable to remember how to arm the bombs, regardless of their terrorist training, and Theekshana had to play-act to arm the fake explosives, just as he'd had to do the whole kit and caboodle involving th

he exclaimed disappointingly. - " Maybe ... if both of them have fully accepted the bond and you know that in our current situation this never happened," I told him sadly and continued "I'm sorry, Chris. I really did my best, but please have faith in our Goddess. I firmly believe that he is going to recover soon. He is very strong. He won't disappoint us! Don't forget that our doctors are the most capable and trained doctors in whole North America! Do not despair. I know I won't" I told him and put my hand on his. -"Yes.. yes ... I suppose you are right" he said frustrated.