Walking Sam Novels & Stories

She followed him closely and they went into a building behind the bar. "This is the warehouse. " he told her while unlocking the door. Sam pushed the large door wide open and turned on the lights. "We keep all kinds of liquor here. " Sam told Emma as they walked into the warehouse. Emma looked around and saw different sizes of barrels in different colors. She also saw a section which housed varieties of champagne in a large refrigerator. "So all the supplies come from here? " Emma asked. "All bars have a warehouse. " began Sam while walking farther into the warehouse. Emma followed behind him closely.

Amelia told Cilia to wait inside the car, as she walked towards Samara’s small stone house. She knocked on the wooden door, and Samara opened the door with a greeting smile. She whistled as she saw Amelia’s dress. Amelia smiled as she walked inside. “Here is the charm, darling.” Samara handed Amelia a silver locket. It had a strange engraving on the front. “Add it in your chain, and your mate won’t scent you.” ___

These scents could cause chaos in any city, and it mostly affects adolescent werewolves that are still mate-less. After sending off Arkon and the others, Samel packed up with Asha and took a normal-looking carriage to traverse further up the north king mountain and into the hidden land where the green moon tea leaves are bred. There is a small villa with a man-made hot spring next to the wide land of verdant tea leaves, and the two arrived barely after the sun sets. Entering the warm villa that is decorated with luxurious but low-key furniture, and small potted plants that exudes a warm texture to the whole place, Asha’s eyes glittered with her smile as she pulled Samel to tour the place wit

The smell of cheap tobacco filled the cramped cabin. "You're shaking," I said. "I'm driving." He blew a cloud of smoke against the windshield. "My name is Samuel now. Samuel Miller. You're Daniel. Daniel Carter. Get used to it. If you slip up once, if you even think the word 'Walker,' we're dead." "I know the stakes, Caleb."

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.

I touched and pulled back the curtain and it was revealed to my eyes the things that Samantha was hiding. Spear, bow and arrow, and different kinds of guns. But what caught my attention was a crossbow. Where does Samantha use these things? I took an arrow and gently touched its head point. This was customized because there was SE engraved on it. Samantha Escanor. Between the letterings were red colors. Using the tip of my nail, I gathered the red stains. I brought it to my nose and smelled it. Smell of blood. That's when I frowned. What does this mean? She's into hunting? While I was absorbed with my deep thought, something fell on the floor. I bent down and looked for what had dropped. Then

both met hands with each other. Sam was a trade man just like Kayle, wandering around towns and village with stuffs to sell. He was a well-known friend of Kayle who would meet up by change in any town and rides. Here these two met by chance. One was selling his products means Kaye, the other was busy arranging commodities for trading. “How is work, buddy?” asked Sam “Fine good” answered his friend “All things are fine, excellent and enough surviving. How is weather?” “Cloudy. Good day for shopping”

A man emerged from the shadows, tall, broad-shouldered, his silver eyes glowing like molten light. He stepped closer to her, his form over shadowing her. When he reached out, she flinched and woke with a gasp, her sheets damp with sweat. The moon outside her window burned crimson. * The morning mist clung to the forest floor like a soft, silver veil as Samantha stepped beyond the safety of the Silverthorn border. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and somewhere in the distance, a bird called, breaking the stillness. She tightened the strap of her satchel, the small leather pouch bouncing against her hip, filled halfway with crushed leaves and dried petals. She was searc

“Sam, don’t forget to prepare ‘Soma’. I will offer it to Victoria as a part of the tradition.” Soma was a drink offered to a pregnant woman. It was a drink made with ingredients like jaggery, carrom seeds, ginger, etc. It was supposed to provide strength to the mother. “It is already prepared, King,” Sam said producing a goblet of clear red juice. “Why is this red? Isn’t Soma supposed to be pink?” “That is because I have added more saffron than usual but believe me Prince it will taste amazing.” He replied in a flustered tone.

Samantha added hoping they could just have one day of peace. " Ladies? I'm sorry Sami is there someone behind me 'coz here's only one lady here." Barbara said not backing down. Samantha just rolled her eyes and made herself a strong cup of coffee. "Barbara must you smoke in here it fogs up the whole place?" Samantha asked as she sat down only to fight a cloud of smoke. "As I remember it Sami you developed quite a taste for 'fog' as you put it. The way you used to kiss me made me wonder if you were craving one yourself." Barbara looked Samantha and Katie in the eye. Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply.