True Believer Sparks Novels & Stories

"Derek, truth, or dare?" "Dare," "Yell out the first word that comes into your mind," Tyler said. "BREASTS!" Derek yells out. We burst out laughing and continue with the game. "Vanessa, truth, or dare?" Derek asks. "Truth," I answer. "Which player would you like to swap lives with for a week?" He asked. "Uhh, I don't know, Hails, I guess?" I respond "Why?" Hailee questioned. "Becau--"

I had no idea why this new acquaintance was telling me his life story, but I had nothing else to do. “Does Lyra know that you had something with Sana?” “No.” “Oh, and does Sana know that you and Lyra are together now…?” Flynn shook his head. “Oh, you're in trouble.” Flynn ran his fingers through his hair. “I should go, right?” “I think you should talk to them.” “Are you crazy? They'll kill me.” “They're going to find out anyway; they're talking right now,” I told him honestly. “I have to go,” he said, and then proceeded to walk away. He was a coward. I shook my head and looked back at the groups of people around the bonfire. Thank God they weren’t looking at me anymore. < >

“Someone who can see the amazing person who you truly are. I know we just met, but trust me, your true self shines through. Right now, everything seems to be falling apart, but you have to have faith that the Goddess has a plan for everything.” “Thank you.” I say, sniffling. It’s getting harder for me to be able to keep all my emotions in check.

That protective charm was a gift from Hanson. He never used to believe in any of that. Spirits, blessings, luck. He thought it was all nonsense. But when I was 18, I got sick. In just three days, the hospital told my family eight times that I might not make it. Every doctor they brought in shook their heads. No one knew what to do. Someone told Hanson about a cathedral up in the mountains, saying it was known for miracles. He went overnight and stayed there on his knees, praying for a full day and night.

“Involved how?” I turned and looked into his fantastic eyes. He wasn’t judging me. He wasn’t laughing at me. For the first time in my life, somebody believed me wholeheartedly. It was terrifying. It was also wonderful. He made me want to tell the truth. “It’s like there is a protective layer on the soul. Your soul. That soul belongs to you, right? But you can keep doing things to damage that layer until finally it’s thin enough a demon can just hop on in, take a ride around with you. Sometimes you know they’re there, and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes the person actually digs it. That was Sparkles. She got herself a demon, and they made quite the team.”

Gibbs closed the book and removed his glasses glaring at the boy who is not admitting his mistakes “You are not performing tomorrow” said Mr. Gibbs. He knows Sebastian's weakness. Sebastian loves to interact with his fans the most. He always wants to have concerts all over the world. Grounding him and scolding him will not make him suffer so Spark Gibbs chose this way. Sebastian widened his eyes hearing his words “No way” He clenched his fists his hand on the table. Spark smirked and straightened his collar. “You should've obeyed the rules”. “She is an old lady, what’s wrong with giving her a best memory”

She searched for a lie in his eyes, but his eyes were filled with genuine love and care for her. Was she imagining things? No… no… he is a bad guy. He wants to leave her. This was all an act to have sex with her. But somewhere in her heart, she knew that he was genuine. Poor Laya doesn't know that she was believing a lie that she heard rather than believing the truth she was seeing. Rahul saw the mixture of questions in her eyes. He knew she was confused at her behavior. All he needed was some time. He truly hoped she would give that to him.

Their deep eye contact seemed to transport them into their own world, leading Spark to exclaim in disbelief, "Unbelievable! He is such a fool to lose himself in her gaze! What is so captivating about her eyes? He was so irritated. At that moment, though Marlie had Charlie's face, Spark's disgust towards her was the same as he loved Charlie. He just couldn't accept that this imposter not only took the face of Charlie, but she was also messing with his best friend. Unbelievable! Annoyed, Spark stood up and spat under his breath, "Impossible! First, it was that thickhead brat, Marlie, and now this imposter?!" Spark shook his head in disbelief at his best friend's fickle heart.

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

Spark—a power made from machines and stolen energy, designed to mimic the light I carried in my blood. ​"Targets confirmed," the lead guard said through a metallic speaker. "Engage and neutralize." ​The first guard lunged. He moved faster than a machine that size should be able to move. His red blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of heat that singed the stray hairs on my arm. I didn't have a weapon, but I didn't need one.