Jetstream Sam Sword Novels & Stories

"Emily, you may not believe what I'm going to tell you next, but it's true. Sam is not a human, but a werewolf. He got a pack called Sand River, which you can interpret as a tribe or country. And Sam is the president of the place!" That's .......insane! I've discovered Sam's way of picking up girls! So Sam is fabricating an image of being rich and powerful to get girls to fall head over heels for him? I couldn't bear to discourage Lisa because she really seemed to believe the lies and she was excited. "So you just mentioned Johnathan, are you trying to say that Johnathan is one of them? "

Ryuzaki raised his hand. “And my lord is sorry.” “Your lord?” Halt. “What do you mean ‘your lord’?’” “My lord as in Lord Eagle.” Confused. “Who? I’d never heard…” Samuel blew an annoyed breath. “Lord Shadow.” “Ah!” Shadow’s face flashed in front of his eyes. “I see.” He maintained his hand around his face. “There will be no hard or hurt feelings, yeah?” Samuel unsheathed his black sword. The sword was shining and black. The aura emitted by the sword was too sinister and deafening. At a glance, the dark aura swirled around the blade, and the strong smell of floral surprisingly fluttered around as well.

“My dad is going to be pissed though.” They both looked towards the door as it opened. “Jackson this is Derek Anzalone.” Sam gestured towards the one with dirty dishwater hair and dull grey eyes. Then he gestured towards the one with brown hair and blue eyes. “ This is Sean Hunt. Guys this is Jackson Myers.”

He could see the fury in his friend’s eyes and guessed it had something to do with Bree. “You know, you can actually talk to us. We’ll listen. You need to let that anger out, or you’ll drown in it. Take it from me.” Samuel spoke, seated across from Jackson, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. His hair was long, his beard thick, giving him the look of a man who’d given up on caring for himself. Jackson ignored them, downing another bottle. Not satisfied with beer, he reached for vodka, pouring it directly into his mouth.

She quickly wrapped her arms around my back. “Drake, kiss me, please, baby.” She gasps. I can feel her behind me. I slightly chuckled and jerked my head. “My lips are reserved, Sam,” I spoke softly. I untangled her hands around me and walked away. I heard her body slam against the mattress. I quickly jerked my body and put on my clothes. Then my phone rang... it was Jet. “Yes, Jet?” My jaw tightened. “Boss?” The rattling could be heard on the line. He sounded frightened.

Sam opened his mouth to say something when he felt a chill down his spine. "It is.... Um, actually he told me about this." He admitted. "I used to see him in my dreams and then later on I did some research." He further told Lynn about it while Lynn knitted her brows. "Could it be him?" That day I was with Dr Sam before I met Moon. Also, De Sam is the son the the Alpha of new crescent pack. He should be an aldoha but he has no wolf." Giselle put two and two together while Sam laughed nervously.

Okay, I needed to stop! What was wrong with me? A moment in T&S class with him didn't mean anything. I needed to concentrate because he hated me. James' hand was snaked around Sydney's shoulder as he continued to gulp her drink. Steve was seated between Dulcie and Cara but he was drinking Cara's Fanta. "Hey, beautiful girls?" Sam stood in front of us. Jake was busy scrolling his phone, he didn't bother to acknowledge our presence. See? He was a jerk! "I could play basketball forever if I knew that you girls would be here to watch us," Sam commented.

“We should get going.” “That’s the spirit, Sam.” Katie playfully jabbed my shoulder. “It’s Samson.” They gave me a perplexed look. “Samson Roche, that’s my full name.” “Oh, I remembered the Blood Eagles called you, Samson,” Katie said. “Like the Hebrew hero, right?” Zeki asked. “Yeah.” “Wow, so the enemies knew your name before we did, huh?” Alex said in deadpan. I chuckled sheepishly, “I’ll tell you everything about that and how I got inside Hammerhorn when we have time. But you can still call me Sam if you want to.”

Only important clients like Jerome could make him step away from meditation, otherwise he would never descend the mountain. "Master Fleming, I see you've decided to leave your sword behind today." Jerome teased upon seeing him. Samuel braked, then stepped down from the hoverboard. He seemed to float with every step as he made his way toward Jerome, his loafers silent against the ground. "The traffic has made it impractical for me to fly here on my sword." He said with deadpan humor. After he was done introducing his apprentice to Jerome and his company, he went with them to view the properties.

Sam said while giving Jessie a bitter smile. "Ha ha ha," Jessie fake laughed. "Maybe because he is my little brother, Samantha." He said and caught his brother in a headlock and ruffled his hair. "He's fresh meat too Em," Jessie winked at me. "I may be younger but I am stronger." The boy laughed and shoved Jessie. The guy straightened out his leather jacket. "I'm Jett by the way." He introduced. Sam laughed. "How does it feel that younger brother is a heartthrob Jessie."