Sam Kiska Novels & Stories

He says in an awfully sweet tone, making me shoot him one of my deadliest glares which just made him laugh more. “Hi Danika, I am Detective Samuel. So I need to ask you guys a line of questions which led to the incident yesterday and maybe some questions about the note? Does that sound good?” The detective sitting in front of me asked me after sharing a little laugh with Jake about how he brought me in like a sack of potatoes. “Are you Jake’s friend? Because then I’d like to request another detective as from experience I’ve learnt that Jake’s friends are jerks like him.” I say rudely, making him laugh.

he says impishly, sucking in a deep sigh. He's something else. "We can give you some space if you have something important to discuss, you know," Sam suggests, and I'm sure she's tired of sitting on this porch like an old lady. "No, no, no, we are not talking business. Don't mind Liam," Malik says strenuously. He then pulls a chair across from mine, and we're now facing one another, eye to eye. "Of course we are," Liam insists frigidly, his looks tentative. "Samantha works at Northern Pacific Exporters, and I thought the deal was--"

"All the times Mr Reynolds visited Cock and Bulls. It wasn't just for business or pleasure. He was there keeping an eye out for the bad guys." "Yep." "I swear to God. If you say yep one more time, i'm going to stuff that pizza in your mouth till you choke on that word yep." "Sorry." Melinda almost snorted. As serious as the situation was, the alarmed look on Sam's face was funny. Sam couldn't be passed for an emotionally wrecked or frightened girl. Infact, that was the opposite of what Samantha James was to the outside world. Sam was a bold and brazen strikingly beautiful black American lady. Her bright mind was sometimes too old for her twenty four years old body. Seeing this new side to he

the announce. Squealing, Alexa does a few paces across the room before she stayed quiet, go back to kneeling in front of the television like it was a God send. All I can think to do is stay stock still and hope that maybe, maybe this was all some prank...Anything but being chosen for this thing. "Our first nominee...Macie North!" The sigh that came from Alexa was clearly irritable. I didn't know her, which made me assume that she is from another part of the Pack.

Karma, still bubbling with excitement, launches into the story of Sam's unexpected romance. "And then, Sam answered his phone, and it's Sophia! He's stumbling over his words, and we're all laughing and cheering him on... it's just the most adorable thing!" Karma says with excitement! Just as Karma is about to reveal all the details of Sam's call, the lobby doors burst open, and a tall, dark lanky figure strides in. His piercing eyes scan the room, locking onto Sam with an intensity that puts everyone is defence mode. "Ah, Samuel," the stranger says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We need to talk."

So everyone hates Alia and teased her, complaining her. Sam : who are you? You are not student right? Are you reporter? Why you take those pictures? Alia : I'm not reporter I'm student. What pictures? I don't know anything. Sam : don't lie. How much money you want? Delete those pictures right now. Alia : I don't know what you all talking about. Can you leave my hands. Sam : okay fine. But remember this if anything happened to Viki . You can't live peacefully never.

Silas was more than he appeared, and I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets he held. "Hey, come on, you two, let's grab some breakfast," Gerald invited, his tone warm and inviting, a bit of a contrast to the formal setting. He motioned towards the dining area, signaling for us to follow. Silas replied with a short, "Sure, Dad," but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It was subtle, but there, telling me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a new Luna, especially my mom, Kendall. As we headed to the dining area, I walked alongside Silas, stealing a glance at him. There was a whole mix of feelings written on his face, hinting at a deeper story. It was clear he was grapplin

liam nodded his head as no and said "leave it samuel" samuel sighed and said "how many times I told you to call me sam as I'm like big brother to you" liam said "sorry" sam pulled liam along with him and started applying ointment liam didn't even winced with pain liam asked "what you wants to become when you become big" liam replied "I want to become next mafia king" sam sighed because of his same words sam and Liam raised together since from childhood sam is two years elder than liam where he goes to school but liam will be in training for whole day

Kiva’s POV If Samatha knew whose daughter she was mocking now, she wouldn’t be smiling at all. I ignored her and focused on my meal. But that seemed to irritate her more. Samatha stood a minute later and approached me, wineglass in hand. “Kiva, right?” I looked up but say a word. Samatha leaned closer. “I know you’re not his cousin. You’re his ex. Still, I’m willing to give you some money. Because honestly? Look at you. I pity you.”

“I don't know if you like to eat with danger, but I do know you like to take pictures with danger.” I glanced toward the bar. Sam was gone. “Who is he to you?” I asked. “Sam invests in a few funds I’m connected to.” Xavier paused. “He also likes to make noise.” “Is he trustworthy?” “As trustworthy as anyone who smiles too easily.” Another sip. “Why?” I shrugged. “He asked for a picture. Then he told me to be careful.” I left out the rest. For now. Xavier’s eyes sharpened, just a fraction. “Careful of what?”