Was Sparkle Based On A True Story Novels & Stories

“Why is that, Luna? Why would I do that?” “Do you really want to know?” He sighed. Hesitated. Then he said, “I don’t know. Do I?” I took his hand again. “Seth, listen to me. Sparkles has a demon attached to her. Or perhaps she’s attached to it; I’m not really sure at this point in time. But either way, they’re together. Sparkles was mean to begin with, but now she is crueler and has a depth that would have seemed impossible before.”

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

The snow sprinkled to the ground. 'God, why are we here?' Sparkle, who woke up just then, yawned and asked. 'I couldn't sleep. So I came.' I replied. 'Mmh~ It's freezing Every. Are you sure you won't catch a cold?' she asked in concern. 'I don't know... I am not sure. I just wanted some time away from the packhouse.' I said. 'And you know that I can hear your thoughts, right? You are not happy in this pack-'

Stanton frowned, "It's not something we normally do, but if you changed the spelling to A-N-N, I think I could agree to that. And for the last name?" Derek spoke, "Sparks. Kimberly Ann Sparks. After all, Elizabeth Summers died in a fire, right? A fire starts with sparks, and you're just getting started." Derek looked at me, "If you don't like it, you can pick something else. I just like the idea of it." Kimberly Ann Sparks. "I do, too. I think that's a good name. Is it acceptable for your purposes, Agent Stanton?"

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo