Sam Gaze Novels & Stories

“You know what? Forget all of that. Come here. Let me massage your ankle. Or your back. Or both. Let me get your mind off this mess.” Mia looked up, already giggling. “You’re not going to rest until I say yes, are you?” “Nope,” Sam said, already rolling up her sleeves. “Now give me that ankle. Let’s pretend we’re not deep in chaos for just five minutes.” ***************** Back in Zac’s condo, a couple of hours after Samantha left the beach house, he was already weaving through narrow backstreets, pulling up in front of the clustered shops. The same repairman from earlier sat behind the desk, hunched over a cluster of circuit boards like he was building a time machine.

I didn’t even need to watch to know everything would go as planned. Another man stepped off the plane. Tall, dark-skinned, built like a brick shithouse. Sam, the guy I’d picked out to head Paige’s security team. I beelined for him and steered him over to where she stood. Sam was a new hire, but he came highly recommended by Killian himself. “Paige, this is Sam,” I said. “Sam, Paige.” She nodded and stared up at him. Sam stuck his hand out to shake. “Good to meet you. We’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other over the next few days since I’m leading your security detail. I wanted to meet you ahead of time”—he glanced at me—“but there wasn’t enough time.”

But then I caught sight of an inscription engraved to her forehead. "Fiona, meet..." Curtis said, right before coming to a halt. "Damn," He chuckled out loud. "I forgot. She doesn't have a name." My eyes were tattoed to the engraving on her head. The etching looked red hot. I could tell that it must have hurt really bad when it was first made. The only affiliation in the supernatural community that associated themselves with the eye was the eye of Cassandra. I wondered if the girl was a seer. "She is from the church of Cassandra." I mused. "How did you manage to score one of those?"

I continue with my eating, making sure I don’t waste the delicious food. “If I may ask, what’s that stone for anyway? It has to be so important that you have to kidnap me and hold me ransom.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin as I set the rest of the wasting utensils away. Santino stares at his brother, and Maximo nods his head. “We are not from here, Samantha.” “Duh…” “No, you don’t get it,” Maximo cuts me off. “We are not from here, meaning earth.”

“Waking up in the most expensive suite in the Waterfront Hotel I am completely clueless how I ended up there.” “What else do you remember before yesterday?” Sammy stands still looking into space her eyebrows furrowed with thought. “I am Sammy Hoffman, living in Steinkopf in the Namaqualand region. I was touring through the country to get away from the pain and the dark looming shadow just at the edge of my memory. I step from the plane then nothing. I only remember this now when I step from the shower.” “Would you allow me to call a doctor?” he queries gently.

Samuel, driven by a sense of compassion and a desire to heal, took Sasha under his protection, guiding her to a secluded sanctuary known for its transformative powers. The journey to the place of healing was arduous, both physically and emotionally. Samuel, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination, led Sasha through treacherous terrain and dense forests. Each step brought them closer to the sanctuary, where the air was tinged with ancient magic and whispered tales of rejuvenation.

Sage greeted both Owen and Zachary. Owen was still not quite over her divorce from Ian, so he responded lukewarmly. Zachary, on the other hand, was quite surprised to see Sage. "Hey, you're back from Soutbend County!" Sage nodded. "Yep. I just got back." "I came across your post on social media. Did you have a good time at the wildlife conversation center?" Zachary asked. Sage responded with a smile. "Yep. The baby pandas were so adorable!"

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.

“ Samantha look at me “ she takes in a shuddering breath and wipes her tears with the back of her hand . At this moment I can see the fifteen year old she is . This poor girl is so broken. She is so thin and dirty . I hate myself for what I am going to ask as I know making her live through it again will hurt her . ” Samantha , can you please tell us who Jess’s father is ?” She turns her head away from me as she sucks in a sob as the tears flow down her cheeks . “ Look at me , I want you to know that what happened to you is not your fault, ok . You are the victim Sam, I want to help you and anyone else who needs my help . Is Shamus Jess’s father? “.

She’d interacted with the young witch before leaving for Ameran, so she knew that she was a good person. Her turmoil was soon replaced by sympathy. She couldn’t begin to imagine what Sage was going through, but she figured that not many would understand the way she would. Her emotions had Hale fascinated and he turned to his mate. “What’s this deep sadness you’re feeling?” he asked her. A lone tear left Samantha’s eye, which he wiped away. “She must be so terrified.” The people in the room were taken aback by her reaction. “Terrified?”