Dark Samus Smash Novels & Stories

Dante’s expression barely changed, unimpressed as ever, his voice coming out flat and dry as he replied, “Careful, I can still throw a punch even like this.” Samson let out another low, amused laugh, clearly entertained rather than threatened. And somehow, despite everything, the sound pulled a small reluctant smile out of Jem too. That seemed to interest Samson even more. “So it’s true,” Samson said lightly while slipping one hand into his pocket. “You’re one of the very few people on earth capable of making Dante Williams look remotely human.” “Samson,” Dante warned calmly. “What?” Samson replied innocently. “I’m being polite.”

It's been two months since Colonel Frederick Smyth was laid to rest. For Samara, coming to her hometown to heal, was a very good decision. She felt light and better, and the most interesting part was her reconnection with Damien. It felt different this time. Maybe because there was no more Frederick in the picture.

“This is Smash, your new boss.” He handed over the briefcase that he was holding to John and started to scan me with his eyes from head to toes. John quickly opened the briefcase, and his lips formed a satisfied smile. He was happy with whatever that was in the briefcase. “If I find that she’s not a virgin, voy a matarte, mi hijo.” Smash said. “Amigo!, you won’t have to kill me, she’s a virgin…go and check her, you’ll see.” He let out a fake laugh.

A phone slid smoothly out from a hidden recess in the wall beside the console, landing softly on the metal table as if it had always been waiting there. “I am already embedded,” Sam said. “This device is hardened, untraceable, and adaptive. I can transfer myself into any system I touch—phones, vehicles, satellites, closed networks—with ease.” I picked it up. It felt heavier than it should have, solid, real. “Thank you, Sam. I might need you again… sooner than later.” “My duty remains,” Sam replied. “But for now, my services are no longer required. Entering hibernation mode.”

It was like a storm! Samuel was in the middle of a head-on confrontation, so he did not notice the sudden attack. He frowned and hurriedly activated the energy in his body to maximize the power of the Indestructible Armor. "The Storm Sword Brush, f*ck, it's the unique skill of the Smiling-face Demon."

Alpha Magnus questioned furiously. "You betrayer!" Liam growled, punching him in the face. He fell back into his seat groaning. Samson tried to act funny. He thought Liam and Danny didn't have his eyes on him and tried to grab a nearby thing as a weapon. But Liam was swift and threw a dagger at him. Samson dodged the dagger by half an inch and jerked back to his original position. "The beginning of my troubles…"Liam said and walked towards Samson. "I'm sure you know what that is?" He pointed to the gun Danny held.

She raised a hand, shunning him, and turned around, fumbling for the door knob. "Elle wait--" She slammed the door and Damien growled out his frustration. Great. Just great. ******** Jasmine slipped on the cool mask and strolled out, adjusting the hood over her head. It was quite easy to fool them. Fool Alex. With just a few words and sweet innocent smiles, they believed her to be one of them. Loyal to their miserable pack. She slipped her daggers into her belt and pulled the black gloves back to rest around her fingers perfectly. She considered going back to clean the knives but she shrugged. It wasn't as if the dead would mind if she used an unclean blade.

response, but Adams and her face reverted to their original reaction. "Do you know each other?” I broke their hug and Samantha withdrew as she hugged Adams. She walked apart from Adams, and then the smile reached the sky. Her dimple appeared on her left cheek, so I knew she was having a different kind of joy. She didn't respond to me and then glanced up at Adams. “Adams, I want to be your sub again.” There was no hesitation in Samantha's voice and tone as she said that. She's just like a normal vendor who offers to a shopper.

] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The hoodie lying on the ground is growing, literally. With a visible speed, it stretches into obviously Meph’s size. At the mean time, Meph’s snake tattoo glow, too. He raises his wrist, and on the game panel, Meph’s name changes from originally “NA12M25” to: [Alice (who ate the cake)] The game legitmized his lie.

I whimper. “I, on the other hand, am feeling very out of control about this trip and I need to be inside my mate again so I can feel confident that I’m ready to face whatever comes our way today,” he says, thrusting inside me as his canines sink into the flesh of my neck. As always, Samson’s venom makes me come instantly and my mate thrusts hard and fast inside me, forcing me to ride out the orgasm and pushing me to a second and then a third before he finally releases inside me.