Novel & Cerita Norman Price Fireman Sam

Sam asked, as he tried to act like a macho. “I? You really do not have a clue of who I am. Anyway, I see you didn’t fight in the battle, neither do you read books about me.” He said, with a sinister smile. “I asked, who the hell are you!” Sam shouted in anger and his face was red. “I am Niel, the fire monster.” He revealed, with his eyes, changing color to fire’s color. Sam didn’t look like he was in any mood to play. If it were in other situations, he would laugh out loud, in sarcasm. But this time around, the joke that Niel just played on him now, angered him the more.

Sam has less life in him now than he had when he lifted Cilia up the other time. "I'm asking you, bastards! Where is the fireball you stole?" He chuckled, observing their mood. "If I ask that question again, I promise that one of your heads would go for an answer!" He spat, and the shock on the faces of Sam and Ben turned into grimaces of shock. He smirked, his eyes glinting as he returned to more inane thoughts. "Gosh! Where is the damn ball of flames? And where is that headless, one eyed guy with the knife?" He flung his arm, sneering, towards his soldiers. Who knows what was running through his mind right now, I'd be tempted to knock it out of him, or chop his head off, if I could.

No matter how many times the smell invades your nose, you never quite get used to it. Others stand with me, watching the fire. Silently enjoying the satisfaction that we won. That we had finally taken this man down before he did anymore damage. One by one, they begin to leave, yet Samara remains with me. Her grey eyes are focussed on the flames. I wondered what was going on in her head as she stares at the fire. As far as I’m aware, it was the first kill she had been part of. But still, he was her brother. She had said it herself, he raised her.

Sam has less life in him now than he had when he lifted Cilia up the other time. "I'm asking you, bastards! Where is the fireball you stole?" He chuckled, observing their mood. "If I ask that question again, I promise that one of your heads would go for an answer!" He spat, and the shock on the faces of Sam and Ben turned into grimaces of shock. He smirked, his eyes glinting as he returned to more inane thoughts. "Gosh! Where is the damn ball of flames? And where is that headless, one eyed guy with the knife?" He flung his arm, sneering, towards his soldiers. Who knows what was running through his mind right now, I'd be tempted to knock it out of him, or chop his head off, if I could.

Sam's hand gripped my throat against the tree, and I slowly glanced up to see the skull mask staring back at me. I commanded fire to rise to my fingers, to make contact with was beneath my skin. I willed the bark to ignite. Sam slammed into me again, and my fingers trembled from the delicious assault. "Come on, my little firebreather." Sam whispered in my face, his movements anything but gentle. "Show me what you got." The tree erupted in flames like a match. Sam yanked me from the tree and threw me on the muddy forest floor the moment flames licked my skin. Without looking back, he froze the entire tree. The ice melted instantly, leaving the tree unscathed.

I can see that Sam was suddenly silenced, I know Sam, she might has this kind of attitude but she is bound by principles, and I bet she is aware that the principle of this place is to serve any kind of customer. She was about to say something when suddenly two men in black get in with the homeless man earlier, "You cant be here!" The server head shouts and call for the security to put him out but Sam stops them, I can see the shock in her face. "A-A-Ahmmm is he the homeless you were talking about?" "Yes Maam" The server head answer.. Sam suddenly holds the hand of the homeless man and say her apologies, "I am really sorry Mr. Norman for this, I didnt know you has this kind of plan,"

I said, my voice coming out sharper than I had intended. Sam gave me a funny look, before letting out a scoff. "Relax, Dee! I never said he was." He replied, making me give him an apologetic smile. Sam meant no harm. "Just be careful. You might be playing with fire." He warned, and I let out a sigh. Fire? If Brandon is really fire, why is he so cold? Instead of burning me, he makes me shiver...in a good way, though. Is that how fire's supposed to feel?

As the home burned down, Sam was still on one of the henchman's backs, crying his heart out. Nelanian sprang out of the shrubs and ran towards the flaming house, knowing he was safe. He clawed his way into the house, his hands burning as he pushed the door open. As he walked inside, the thick smoke engulfed him and rendered him speechless. He could hear the old guy wheezing from inside the room, but he couldn't see anything because of the dense smoke. He repeatedly yelled out his name, but the old guy was unable to respond.