Sam Hurley Novels & Stories

God, his husky voice is so darn sexy. "No, of course not! You're more then welcome to sit here...So!" She cleans her hands as she grabs a fry off my plate, eating the whole thing in one bite. "What year and major are you two working on? I am a psychology major working on my third year and Sam here is a business major on her third year as well." She smiles looking between Russell and Brandon while pointing towards me.

A sudden sense of dread washed over Rachel. Her gut told her that Sasha’s matter was about to be completely ruined by Howard. Moments later, a man in a tailored suit walked in. The moment Rachel saw him, she could tell that he was a lawyer. Every profession carried its own aura, and this man’s was unmistakable. Howard hadn’t come here unprepared. The man stepped forward and introduced himself politely. “Hello, I’m Bennett Hurley, an attorney with Galaxy Enterprise.”

This is the second time you did it. "Hey, who is that guy?" I asked Liam. "Who?" "The guy who's wearing a jersey number 1. The one in our team." He looked at it. Afterwards, he looked at me in disbelief. He also had this shocked expression as if he's so surprised about my question. "You didn't know?" Will I asked him I I did? I glared at him. He slightly laughed at me. "Well man, that's Jairuz Andrei Ramirez. His fans calls him Jairuz, doesn't want to be called Andrei. He's the captain of the team." Oh, I see. I just asked for the name, he talks a lot.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

The current or after what just happened, I needed to breathe. I walked toward him, crouched, and tilted his chin up until his eyes met mine. Red-rimmed. Broken. But clear. "You hesitated," I said softly. “And you did it.” "I'm sorry…” "Don’t be," I interrupted. "You stopped yourself. You stopped her." A slow smile curved my lips. "You’ve regained control." His mouth parted, stunned. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, Carter exhaled without pain. Damon approached, quiet now, no longer needing to step in. Ethan followed, a hand on Carter’s shoulder, offering silent pride.

For god sake. (He wrapped his hand around my hair as he twisted them twice around his hand and pulled them back as my body made an arch. I met his eyes, I was looking at him upside down. And he even managed to look so freaking sexy even from this angle. His jaw ticked as he slammed into me harder.) ꧁☾︎☯︎☽︎꧂ I slapped either cheek of mine to get back to reality. “Looks like that guy left his imprints on us,” Helen said.

" I have an important meeting in some minutes .I will take my leave first " Mr Siddiqui clenched his hands , he couldn't do anything at that time. In the evening, Amal had called him. She was returning in some days for Arhaan's reception. "How s the girl?" Amal asked casually . "Her name is Hoor ,not girl “Arhaan said dryly . He knew that Amal wasn't aware of the change in situation, but he still didn't like Amal calling Hoor like that. "Oooohhhhh! Is that so ? "Amal asked teasingly .

Darius and I agree to drive, mostly since the humans look like they're about to collapse with their hangovers and I don't know how fragile Flame is with what's going on with her and I refuse to risk her being in a car accident. Apparently the plan was for them to have a surfing lesson, but only Damien is still up for it initially, until Darius says he's going and then Gale agrees. "I bet you lunch that I'll be able to stand up on the board before you." I lean in and whisper to Flame, she immediately stands up, brushing the sand off of her legs and takes up the challenge. The only two who don't come along are Emery and Ollie, who are sitting awkwardly and silently beside one another when we l

Solmyra, Maeron, the darkness that fed on hope—none of it could change the truth of who she was. Serena was not just Luna. She was a legacy. And her story was not done.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."