Sam Kiska Novels & Stories

Sika, was another one who wasn't there when I came because she had a visitor. Miranda was no different from Sika. Sika looked an awful lot like a Samoan. Her naturally tan skin, her dark eyes, the all black hair and tattoos said it all. Miranda was Latina. Your typical feisty Latina. She had long brown hair, pretty eyes but with a dangerous look planted on her face, letting you know, you shouldn't mess with her. Both of them actually.

Sam lets out a laugh exposing his perfectly white teeth, as he reaches out and shakes her hand. “Chrissy, she told me about you,” “She has?” “Yes, don't worry, only good things;” he had reached out his hand and pulled her up; “let us go over to the fire?" Without hesitation, she stood up and smiled faintly, “sure.” Sam had a girlfriend, Jessica, who was studying law and came from a wealthy background. She stood with her friends close by as she glanced at Angela walking with Sam. They walked over to the campfire; there were tree logs where everyone was sitting, “so Angela, how are you finding it here?” "How am I seeing it here?”

Who was he? He was Sam Robertson. Younger son of Henry Robertson, the king of underworld. Right now, he was in the house of his personal bodyguard, Vikas, who died three months ago due to cancer. He left the world of underworld nearly three years ago and shifted to her daughter who lived in a small village giving free education to poor children. Sam had a deep connection with Vikas and whenever he was in a delimma, he will come to him and without asking anything Vikas would understand what was going on with him.

Sam is serious about everything in his personal and professional life. He never jokes or talk much with his other coworkers or friends except Cletan and Anna. He never had a chance to talk to Christine. He want to talk her on any topic. He does not want to put any restrictions on himself.

Sam laughed at Becky's slight slap on his arms. "I am sorry Candy. My job is tough. So, I always do uncertain things. You know my habit". He said apologetically. " Anyways what you are doing with Zina"? Becky asked again by seeing Zina. Zina smiles while looking at Sam, who smirked at her question. "Well, Ms. Candy, I have already told you but as usual you ignored my words in anger. He is my boyfriend and fiancee Samuel". Zina replied while sliding her hands in his arms.

Asked Referee Zein to Samuel. "Looks like he likes me because of that he gave up on me" Samuel said carelessly. "Huuuuhhh, the viewers, is there a love story between the two of them, we just ask him directly" said Referee Zein. "Samuel, do you and Vika have a special relationship?" Asked the referee Zein teasingly "Who can know why don't you just ask him directly" Samuel said with a laugh "HaHaha HaHaHa" Samuel's Laughter Voice

Nick's POV After dancing with Amelia we come down from dance floor and walked towards our table. Max, sam and Alex were already waiting for us there.. We took our seat. And those stupid smirked at us. Specially on me.. "Someone were so jealous little ago" Sam speaks up smirking at me.. "Jealous!! I thought someone was burning" Alex speaks up.. "Shut up guys and heave your meal silently" I told them irritatingly.. Sam giggled at me then looked at Amelia and speaks up," Hi. I am Samaria William. Max's fiancee. I must say you were rock at ramp. I thought you are a model but Max told me you are not. Truly you were too amazing"

She descends the stairs, maintaining eye contact with Kalix, seemingly unaffected by his distress. Kalix's jaw clenches as he confronts Samantha, his voice laced with irritation. "What is your problem, Samantha?" he exclaims, his frustration palpable. Samantha raises both eyebrows in astonishment, then responds with a confident nod. "Huh, so you will call me by my name now?" she mocks, reveling in her perceived victory.

Samantha replied as Karisa took her coffee. “Or you do have something exciting to be brooding about. Say… maybe you brood over someone,” Karisa snickered. Samantha glared at her. Karisa snapped her fingers as she smirked. “So, it is true! Samantha Lykos has caught someone’s eye. I wonder who he is…” Karisa asked, wiggling her eyebrows as Samantha rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. “Frankly speaking, I am brooding over someone from my brother’s circle,” she came clean as Karisa’s eyes sparkled. Samantha closed her eyes and pinched her nose bridge.

“For what?” “Sam is fourteen years old,” Hank replied, “and we’re stuck out here in the far corner of nowhere. She’s in her freshman year in high school and has friends there, but because of our location, she almost never sees them outside of school. When you introduced her to Lisa, I could see her eyes light up. You see, Lisa is just a few years older than Sam. But she knows what the high-school kids are doing and talking about. So anyway, thank you!” Suddenly Hank’s face fell and she murmured, “Oh, shit...”