La Mujer Samaritana Novels & Stories

It was midday in midsummer, where the breath choked and the earth boiled. Accompanied by the Head Maid, I set out on the road to offer Buddhist prayers at an old hermitage situated halfway up the mountain. Following behind, burdened with the wooden pack-frame, Sam-seok silently followed without a single sign of exhaustion, lightly carrying a full sack of rice on his back. The Head Maid in her early forties. She was a woman of tragic fate who had lost her husband to the sea storms and struggled through harsh poverty and starvation until I took her in and brought her into this house.

Usually, people had cans of water in their bags which was why Ciara had taken her chances and stormed out to seek help instead. “To where you would not just get water, but also an ointment that will make you feel better. From what I can see, the wine poured on you is a strong one, and water will not do the trick. If we do not apply that ointment as soon as possible, you might permanently go blind,” the woman explained softly. Ciara immediately felt safe. In fact, she felt lucky and grateful that God had sent her a Samaritan to come to her aid when the people whom she was supposed to consider as family intended to ruin her eyes forever, but her familiar voice still rang in Ciara’s mind.

Samanath choked out, she couldn't finish the end of his sentence. She trailed off. "I don't think you have any right to ask me something like that. Who is this?" The woman demanded, her voice angry and defensive. "I'm Alexander wife." Samanath nearly screamed out in equal amounts of fury and anguish. She could feel tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, and her breathing quickened. She felt like she couldn't breathe as sobs threatened to overflow. Nothing could be heard over the line, not even the unknown woman's breathing. The silence was killing Samantha as she waited for this woman's response.

She'd seen a peasant like him almost dying at the side of the road five years ago, with no memories of his past and with no name and identity. And yet, she'd gotten people to carry him to shelter and she'd been nursing him since. Three women aided him and saved his life. A young woman from his own kingdom who gave him water to drink after he was left for death. The old woman who's chariot he'd hidden inside and drove all the way from his kingdom to this place. And his lady. The Princess Samoa. The only princess of the kingdom of Navia, soon to be married to the King of Bloodmoon.

Samiat was outside the house when Roshan and Ben arrived at their hut, she was with a big bag and her father was talking to her, her step mother stood arms akimbo staring daggers at her as her father spoke to her. They got out of the car and rushed towards them, Roshan greeted them but Ben didn't bother to say any words of greetings to them. "Sir, sister Ben." Samiat bowed her head. "Sammy." Ben called and hugged her. "Are you alright?" She asked her, worried was evident in her voice. "Are you fine, where is the bastard, do you want to sue him? I can get you a good lawyer." "I've handed him over to Allah, Ya Allah will judge every human according to the works of their hands." She surrendered

she snapped. His brows furrowed. Mara has a point. Perhaps that woman from a while ago knew him. Why would she approach him like that if not? Samuel massaged his forehead. He should have asked her why. He was left wondering, and he had no way to find the answer. He did not even get to know her name. “Who?” Mara’s father asked. “A woman approached her outside a while ago,” Mara told his father. “The one who startled him?” “Yes. And she didn’t even say sorry that she caused the accident.”

she raised the knife threateningly at his face. “it’s on the news that she just escaped from mental hospital” someone yelled and everyone took a step back, she raised the knife ready to throw when Matias leaped on her and they both fell to the ground in the grapple, Danie was knocked out cold but she’d stabbed Matias several times. He lay in the floor bleeding and gasping for breathe. All my brothers rushed to him to try and stop the bleeding while someone called the ambulance. I was frozen to where I stood at this. I was too shocked. “Camila?” Roman yelled in my face snapping me out of it “gosh, I’m so sorry”. I didn’t know why I felt dizzy all of a second, his words were snapping me out.

Cause I can't stay there longer if she's not, I'm not used to forcing myself in the circle of if they don't want me too. -- It took about 5 to 10 minutes when I saw a beautiful older lady walking toward me with two bodyguards following her. Wow, a scene taker. She was smiling as she looked at me, she's so beautiful! "Hello, Ma'am," I said, standing up, bowing my head slightly as I greeted her. "Hi, Miss Samantha," she said, smiling genuinely. She hugged me before kissing my cheeks. "You're even prettier in person than in the picture and I expected," she said, looking amazed by my appearance. How? She looks even more beautiful than me.

Kim says "Austin is not a psycho and I am not married to him." I walk deeper into the room to see the different kinds of paintings. These aren’t as weird as the first ones I saw. The ones are just paintings of books, clothes, shoes, and food; just normal regular stuffs. The painting looks great but what caught my attention the most is the painting of a lady. It looks very beautiful, though her face is covered with a veil. It’s so creative. I take a closer look at the painting, there is something written on it and it says ‘Samaria’ "What is Samaria?" Kim ask me

I threatened and immediately she paused and stood still. “How do I know you’re not a bad person?” I asked trying to examine her clearly with the little flash of light that was shining on her face from the street light. “Why don’t you let me take a closer look at you? You don’t look okay to me” she said stretching her hand to hold my shoulder but I refused. “Who are you?” I asked her, this time at the point of giving in. “I’m Samantha, I used to be a nurse and I know when a woman is in pain, let me take a closer look” she said and reached for my shoulders, helping me to sit on the ground because I was already groaning in pain.