Fireman Sam 1 Novels & Stories

“A boy like Sam—so eager to please, so desperate to prove himself—he’ll break faster than anyone else. And when he does, I’ll be there to gather the pieces.” Gaston stayed silent for a long moment before finally asking, “And if he doesn’t break?” I looked over my shoulder, smirking. “Then I’ll make sure he does. One way or another.” My phone buzzed again on the desk, another message flashing across the screen. I didn’t answer this time. I didn’t need to. The wheels were already in motion. And Sam… poor, naïve Sam… was walking straight into the fire.

I hadn’t been down there in months and for some reason the ocean was calling to me. I stood looking at the waves crashing over themselves and I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I felt the need to punish myself and I needed to occupy my mind with something other than bloodshed and the yearning for it. I jogged back to the crossroads that would either take me into town or back up towards the house. I continued into town and headed to my favourite coffee shop. It was close to eight a.m. already. “Hey Kiran!” Sam shouted from across the street as he walked over to me. I stood up and we grabbed each other by the shoulders and I smiled.

I shout back in fury, my fists clenching together tightly as I keep my attention fixated on the incoming needle being pointed my way, “-if you even try to lay a finger on him, I swear I’ll-“ “You’ll what?” Sam scoffs spitefully as he stops; lapping up the enjoyment in my suffering, “What could you possibly do down here? Nothing. That’s what. Now, I’ll ask you this once today, and once only. Fancy having a chat about that beloved City of yours?” he takes a confident step towards me while extending the needle in one palm and a supposed outreached helping hand with the other manipulatively. “In your dreams,” I try to keep my words strong as I raise my head defiantly, refusing to back down from

Not scared. Glowing. Not from fire. From me. From us. Link came to my side, blood on his hands, cuts on his chest. I touched his wounds—they sizzled shut. And from the shadows, Ember approached, dragging one survivor by the hair. “What do you want done with him?” she asked. I looked at Logan. He stared at the man. Then said, “Let him crawl home. Let him warn them.” And that’s when I knew: Logan didn’t just carry the fire.

Sapphire’s POV. “You know, Sapphire. A wife must always obey. If he asks you to kneel, you kneel, anything he asks of you must be done.” I scoffed as I stared at my fingers rather than the mirror before me. “Even if he asks me to jump into fire?” I asked in a sarcastic tone. “Yes, even that. You must also learn to spread your legs as widely as he—” I choked on my own breath. “Mother!”

“There won’t be anything I can do about that. We’ll fall out of the sky in a fiery blaze.” “I’ve seen you catch a big ball of power before and redirect it, so I bet you could do that with the explosion, too,” he insisted. “I’ll never see it coming. What if I’m asleep?” “Then I’ll wake you up,” Sam offered. “But what if you’re asleep?” I argued. “I don’t sleep,” he reminded me. “Very rarely. I certainly wouldn’t fall asleep on this death plane.” My eyes doubled in size as Sam started laughing hysterically. I did not think it was funny. “Now, I guess I won’t be sleeping either.”

“Move away? How to move? The road is blocked now. You can show me how to move my car. “Also, what kind of tone are you talking to me now? “Do you know who I am? I’m Samuel Campbell. The leader of the police team in Southland District, Angus Mason is my cousin. If you offend me, do you believe that I can fire you anytime?” The firefighter felt worked up and angry. The firefighter could not offend Angus, but the mountain was on fire now. Could they only be anxious on the road? Samuel impatiently said, “Why are you so anxious? You’re not the only firetruck. All the fire brigades in the Southland District have already come out. Many fire trucks already drove over to put out the fire, so you’re n

“So I’m supposed to just… trust you completely.” “Yes.” Sammy rolled his shoulders like he was about to jump into cold water. Then he stepped forward again. This time, he didn’t look at the flame. He looked at Victor. And he placed his hand directly into the fire. I held my breath. A second passed. Then two. No scream. No hiss. The flames moved around his fingers like they recognized him. Sammy blinked. He moved his hand slightly, testing it. Nothing. “It’s not burning,” he said, sounding almost confused.

“Now get lost.” Despite his surprise, Sam replied with his typical sarcasm, “Got it. No one disturbs you. Even if this place is going up in flames. Even when the fire department needs to be called, even if......” “Fuck off, Sam” Jake stepped into the elevator.

"Sammy, are you there? Speak something? " Sammy can't hear! Damon's man exits the truck and approaches Sammy. The man finds Sammy unconsciously. The blood was bleeding from Sammy's head. "Boss, the mission is completed." The man said on the call. Damon laughed in response!!