Jetstream Sam Sword Novels & Stories

“To be honest, I wouldn't like to talk about Travis' father. I just know that elections have absolutely nothing to do with it. - OK… They changed the subject, but Samantha could see that Jas kept looking at her intently. He must have been unable to believe that Sammy, so down to earth and simple, had gotten involved with the powers that be. Carter Doyle definitely belonged to the latter. Lunch was over, Sammy and Jasper went off to do their own thing. Samantha tried to remain calm, but a vague anxiety now and then squeezed her heart. She couldn't figure out if it was Travis's depressed state, Defalco's strange behavior, or something else, but she could hardly control herself. Tina and River

“Look who it is, Jasmine!” Jasmine’s head popped up, her eyes lighting up at the sight. She scrambled over to me, leaning against my side to get a better view of the screen. “Hi, Uncle Samuel!” she said excitedly, waving at the camera. “Hey there, kiddo!” Samuel responded, his smile widening. “I’ve missed you so much!” “I missed you too!” Jasmine said, her voice brimming with affection. Samuel’s gaze softened as he looked at us through the screen. “Guess what, I’m going to be flying back to the U.S. very soon. Just finishing up a project deal here, and then I’ll be there. Can’t wait to see you both.”

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

“Blade Ferguson and the Ripper are one and the same.” His false visage disappeared and a frown came up. “You just threw away your chance of redemption, brother.” I scoffed. “I don’t need redemption. Especially not from you.” With that, I walked away with my face lowered to the ground until I was away from Dexter and his party. Heaving in a sigh, I stormed into Susan’s room and the repugnant taste of wolfbane in the air had a burning effect in my throat and it tore at the corner of my eyes, forcing tears out.

"It's impossible!" Brendan's face turned ice-cold in the darkness, exuding a chilling aura. He firmly repeated, "It is absolutely impossible." Tears welled up in the assistant's eyes as she nodded and said, "Sam just called and asked if he should come back immediately—" "Tell him to stay where he is! He must not act without my orders!" Brendan sternly interrupted her. "Why?" The assistant couldn't comprehend. "Mr. Jet is currently missing, and having someone reliable by your side like Sam could be of great assistance. It seems like a waste to keep him at that company..."

“It took me a while to accept, but that is the truth. It’s all a long story that I can fill you in on later.” “I think… Are you…what?” Samantha started a few different sentences before she just gave up. “I’m not lying. I’ll show and tell you everything later.” I laughed at her facial expression. “Just know, I really am a goddess and so that is now officially part of my name.” “I’ll hold you to that!” Samantha grabbed her water and took a sip. Jet POV

She had been jumped from behind. She spun around and looked up to see who it was. Sergei. That despicable little Russian sidekick to Kyle. The one who had stolen the Sword from her hand. He grinned down at her, an evil, cruel grin, and she hated him more than she’d ever had. Sam, to his credit, showed no fear. Still shackled, he jumped onto Sergei’s back, using his chains, wrapping them around Sergei’s throat. The boy was strong. He actually squeezed hard enough to get Sergei to loosen his grip on Samantha, and she used the opportunity to roll out from under him.

That voice she once knew. Caitlin scrambled to her feet, holding Scarlet tight, looking back at Sam warily. “Caitlin?” he asked again. “It’s me,” Caitlin said. Sam’s face then slowly transformed into one of shame, of grief. Of self-hatred. He looked down at the sword in his hand with disgust, and confusion. He threw it down, then reached up and grabbed at his forehead, as if trying to tear the spirits out of his head. “What have I done?” Sam pleaded. “WHAT HAVE I DONE!?”

Ethan walked forward and landed another kick, and sent Sam rolling again. “But don’t you see that I’m wearing casual clothes right now?! “Did you forget that I have another identity?” Sam’s expression changed suddenly after hearing those words. Ethan Hunt. The Hunt family from Wolsing! If Ethan were only the commander of Sword Camp, Sam would naturally not fear him. But he had another extraordinary identity, the master of the Hunt family from Wolsing! Sword Camp was once a place where rich playboys would just waste their money on. After Harvey had become the chief instructor of Sword Camp, those rich playboys were then trained to be Kings of Arms, even becoming Gods of War.

“ Samantha look at me “ she takes in a shuddering breath and wipes her tears with the back of her hand . At this moment I can see the fifteen year old she is . This poor girl is so broken. She is so thin and dirty . I hate myself for what I am going to ask as I know making her live through it again will hurt her . ” Samantha , can you please tell us who Jess’s father is ?” She turns her head away from me as she sucks in a sob as the tears flow down her cheeks . “ Look at me , I want you to know that what happened to you is not your fault, ok . You are the victim Sam, I want to help you and anyone else who needs my help . Is Shamus Jess’s father? “.