Novel Saman Novels & Stories

Sam nodded "I should have never left her",said Sam,"I lied to her.... I told her that I didn't want to leave her alone,but the truth was that I didn't want to be alone. I was scared. New York was a beautiful city and I .....was lost.... I didn't want to be alone... And then... when I left her, I got a call from the hospital, saying that my mother had passed away. I didn't believe it....I didn't want to believe it... And, and.....when I went to see her, the doctors wouldn't let me see her....I got a glimpse and saw her face....she looked peaceful.... I envied her, and for a painful moment...I hated her, for leaving me alone. It was like... drowning, no father, and mother dead, and..... No one

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

He was standing by the window, and his hand was on his ear with a phone. "Don't worry. I'll ask that doctor who handled you." "Alright. Just keep in touch." These two sentences I heard him said were enough to create turmoil in my mind. Who really is this Samsam? I tried to put the pieces together to come up with an answer. Samsam...Sama...Sama Island; and Calla is from Sama Island! Damn it.

Samantha Morgan was a cursed being. ​“Look here, I… I was fired; that’s it. Can we move on now? It’s like you want me to start my periods again when they just ended,” I said in an irritated voice as I raised the beer bottle I had in my hand in the air, sizing up the remaining alcohol like a detective.

The morning after the Rejection Ceremony dawned grey and unwelcoming. Fog blanketed the Crescent Moon Pack’s village like a shroud, softening the sharp edges of rooftops, muffling the usual early bustle. Samantha sat alone on the steps behind the old pack infirmary. Her dress from the night before was still damp from dew, stained with the forest floor and streaked with dried tears. Her hair had come undone in tangled ropes down her back, and her arms were littered with shallow scratches.

“Tell me a little about Sam.” “Sam is a strong and independent woman; she is an expert in creating medicines and knowing diseases and how to cure them. She is sensitive and very noble, she is so generous that she dared to carry a wounded man to her hut. She didn't know if I was a criminal or if she would be harmed when I woke up; however, she healed my wound and took care of me.” Jacqueline watched him smiling, she was struck by how Arthur's eyes sparkled as he spoke of Sam.

’, she thought ruefully “Even if you think I am, I don’t care, you are mine finally and I will never let you go back on your word now,” Samaira didn’t speak, but she did snort internally, he made her feel like she was some prized possession he achieved after having crossed mountains across the globe on foot Without warning his fingers ventured down south and touched her c*it, sliding further down *Aahh!," she gasped, inhaling a sharp short breath as she shuddered

Samantha wrote a detailed article about it as she saw the contents of the document, she saw all his allies and their work, she saw the content about Marie and how Marie was a spy. Samantha is also from NCBS[New City Broad casting station] the best media house in the country and probably the world as New City is the world's capital. Samantha this not also share the details with other reporters as it is a fierce competition. Samantha also advised everyone not to mention Gemma's name. They should use the term “a reliable source” in their articles. She was a respected woman in the field who had gained the respect of the masses and her colleagues.

Javier offered. Samere panicked. “I don’t want to meet God. That’s not my wish either. Please don’t be like this. Don’t kill me. I’m from Sammius, and I’m a foreigner in Chinean. You have no right to penalize me or kill me no matter what mistake I’ve made.” Javier kept a smile all along, looking exceptionally kind. He put out both his hands, placing one against Samere’s chin and the other on the top of his head without any room for rejection.

Asher was quieter, more thoughtful, but just as stubborn when he wanted to be. Both of them were perfect. And both of them would never know their real father. "How's the writing going?" Sam asked, walking over to where I sat at the picnic table with my laptop. He smelled like sawdust and sweat, and his shirt had a tear in the shoulder I'd need to patch later. "Slowly," I admitted, looking at the document on my screen. Three hundred thousand words of a romance novel I'd been working on for the past two months. "I keep getting stuck on the climax."