Legend Brian Samuels Novels & Stories

Brian announced as Samantha drew him up to his feet. The crowd cheered them on and I heard the squeaking sound of cameras as the two engaged in a passionate kiss. What the fuck! Are the press here? My eyes widened as I looked around at those with cameras. “I appreciate the members of the press that graced today's occasion. In the upcoming press conference, I will also make an official announcement.” Brian. Brian did not only get engaged to Sammy, he made it official. Gosh! This is going to make the headlines!

Annabelle's tears glistened, but her mouth twisted into a smirk. "You wanted to swallow everything that belonged to me, leave me with nothing. Well, here's the punchline—I found out the truth. Guess how?" Samuel froze, his silence more telling than denial. "It wasn't chance. It was your most trusted ally." She leaned in, her voice biting. "Brian." That name detonated like a grenade. Samuel's body jerked, his jaw snapping tight in disbelief. Sophia's gasp split the air, her fingers trembling against Abigail's arm. And Abigail, wide-eyed, stumbled back with a strangled whisper: "Brian... how could you?"

Too smart to leave fingerprints. But we both knew who it was. Samuel. Had to be Samuel. Lucia crossed her arms. “This is the fourth leak in six days.” I exhaled slowly. “Any trace?” “Nothing usable.” That was the part making me insane. Nothing concrete. And every instinct I had pointed toward Samuel. But instinct meant nothing in boardrooms. Proof mattered. And I had none. My phone buzzed beside me. A message from Ethan. Brahms ate breakfast. Took medication without complaining for once. Abby says this might be a historic event.

"Samuel... Hannigan." "It's Samuel!"

Gabriel told them to continue forward. "Let me go in first." Sam offered, approaching the booth and studying it carefully before entering the booth, and the booth was large enough to fit only one person. The moment he entered, the half-door Sam had just passed through closed, and the half-door on the other side opened to reveal the interior of the base. Before Sam was a group of people, one of whom was Gabriel, who, upon seeing him, said robotically. "You're Mr. Sam, right? Welcome, you may call Miss Legrand and Mr. White now." Sam was startled before returning to the booth. The moment he did, the half-door closed, and the one facing Liana and Edward, who were still waiting, opened.

I whispered, sensing the shift in the air. The door to the office creaked open, and a man stepped inside—a familiar face, one I’d seen in the briefing Langford had given us. Samuels. He was tall, with sharp features and a hard look in his eyes. But it wasn’t just his appearance that made my pulse spike. It was the cold, calculating look in his eyes as he stared at us, the recognition dawning too quickly. "Well, well," Samuels said, his voice low and mocking. "Langford’s little pets. I was wondering when you’d show up."

" Yasmin was surprised by Brian's credentials. He was clearly much better than Zachary. She nodded and replied, "Got it. Thanks." Samuel said, "Since he's interested in our project, you should talk to him. If he's down to help us out, our problems are as good as gone."

But now, there were dark shadows under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in days. Sam had always admired Brian, his grades in high school and then college were excellent, and he'd found employment with a large marketing consultant business. He helped it grow from the ground up and now it employed hundreds of people. He'd been a member of their family since he and Morgan graduated high school. She hugged him to her. "Let me take your coat." Elliott said. "We were making breakfast for dinner. Would you care to join us?" Sam asked. Brian looked from one to the other. "If I'm not intruding."

Mary Jane was very familiar with kicking a person while they were down—she was relentless. Reality proved that she had made it. Three mornings later, she had pressed Sammy-Blue Inc. and rubbed it on the floor by using a hefty 10 billion dollars. The call Javier received was the best evidence. “Hello, Mr. Kersey? Oh, it’s me, Samuel Lambert from Sammy-Blue Inc. Sammy with the glasses. Have you forgotten?” His tone was polite and his attitude genial. The man was even calling himself Sammy while talking to Javier despite being in his thirties and older than him.