Fireman Sam Arnold Novels & Stories

“Let me go! Leave me alone! Let go of me! screamed Sam resisting the man trying to pull down his trouser. Quit your squalling kid. It is going to be just for a few minutes and we would be done with it. said the second laughing hysterically. The three gay men were waiting hungrily to have a taste of Sam. No! No! No! shouted Sam losing his grip and as a result his trouser came sliding down his waist. Here we go. said the second in Satisfaction. “Rip off those shorts so we can see what the kid has under there.” You would do no such thing!! said a voice as he stormed into the room with a gun in hand. He shot all two men in the room leaving Sam. He ran up to Sam, untied his arms and legs and help

Sam said as he tucked his phone in his pocket and moved closer to Ethan, “Help me take his clothes off, will you,” Ethan pulled off his shirt as he dashed into the bathroom and emerged with his shirt dripping with water and wrapped it around Arne’s body, pressing the wet shirt to his body to reduce his heating body. From the corner of the room, I stood helplessly, with tears flooding my face, watching as Ethan and Sam; two men without any medical knowledge, save my child. I wanted to move, really, and I moved towards Arne and gave him all the first aid treatment he required before the ambulance got here, but, that was all in my head.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, oh my God Aaron is so hot, oh my God did he just wink at me? wait did you see that? did you see it? did you??" Samantha is 22 years old... and she acts like a 9 year old sometimes. We headed for the stairs and that was the same time Amber decided to walk downstairs too. He had this white tight tank top on that brought out all his damn muscles and showed a good view of his tattoos and body...well I prefer last times view tho. He wore this baggy short that hung from his waist and his Calvin Klein waistband was in view. His eyes were glued to his phone and he walked past me without even looking at me or saying a word.

An hour passed by when the fire completely off, the guard went to him and hand his phone he want to show a short video as Mike watched the video his eyes widen and confidently sure that it is Sam who set the fire in the center, the clip shows a record from the back area where Sam is entering although he covers his face but the shoes and jacket he wears is on the same picture where he captures shaking hand with the contractor. Guard: " This man seems familiar to me but I'm not sure I'll this to the police this will help them to identify him." then Mike asks too to have that clip, days later where Mike sends a message to Sam and tries to call him but the number he had is already unavailable an

The man is so enraged that he is not even giving him a chance to breathe as if he wants to take his life away. I tilted my head to look at his face and I'm stunned that it's actually Arnold. Did he really came to save me? I asked myself as I helplessly adjusted my dress, watching him punching the man endlessly. I'm afraid he'll die. But my fears turned into reality when Arnold got up from his body, and took out something from his suit, most probably a gun as I can see him loading it. No! I screamed with my half eyes open, as he emptied the magazine inside his body. Bullets after bullets came out if the barrel and disappeared into Samuel's body and he didn't even got a chance to run away.

“Hunter you already know, this one in the back is Connor, he’s a fireman, and the youngest brat is Kayden, he’s a cowboy.” I put on a robe and go to the kitchen to make two sandwiches of turkey breast for us. Adam finds a few oranges and squeezes them making a cold orange juice. While we eat, he watches me till he asks: “From where do you know those guys, Samantha?” I almost choke with a piece of bread, I drink a little of the juice and talk without looking away: “I didn’t know them, I was going by and I think they were robbers.” I tie my hair up in a bun and I know I’m bitting the inside of my cheeks, a ridiculous habit I thing I do when I’m nervous, or lying.

Sofia shook Aron's hand. "Okay, you already know each other, then let's discuss our work." Sofia was mostly silent while Sam asked Aron a few questions. She offered Aron to become a model to promote a hotel in the city center. Sofia knew the hotel because her father had worked there as a cleaner. But she had no idea that Sam also worked there. It had been a few years since Sofia and Sam had met, so she didn't know much about Sam now. All she knows is that Sam has always been an expert in computers. Sofia is worried because Sam is offering him an impossible job. They are just pretending, right?

he is stunned but didn’t utter a single word of agreement. “Why are you so annoying?!” He now frustrates Sam; he doesn’t know how to cope up with this anymore. “Do you want me to be your boyfriend then?” his eyes would likely to pop out when hearing that from him! From his voice, body and richness. . . he is one of a kind. Sam is startled when he completely strips out his boxer and revealing his big member. He smirked, “want to join me. . . Mr. TOP streamer?” he is being sarcastic as he is now stroking his member in front of the camera, while pinching his nipples.

He takes the cigarette from Sam's hand and says, "It's not the smoking area. For this, you can go to the rooftop." "Give me that back!", Sam gritted his teeth. He is in rage seeing his cigarette dying on that man's hand as the smoke flies away above. Letting out a sigh, Sam politely asked, "Chief Arnold! Please give it back." The man, Arnold peeks at the dying cigarette from the corner of his, "This cigarette!", the little pause increases the intensity in the room since all know that chief Arnold and Sam don't get along that well. "Is it from your money?", he asks.

“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.