Sam Larusso Novels & Stories

Marco explained to Sam. Then Mr. Marco just laughed, while Sam who currently still looked a little hesitant. Unable to do anything, currently Sam could only obey Mr. Marco's orders. As soon as their conversation was over, Sam began to leave Mr. Marco alone in his room. Although Sam currently looked a little confused, but currently Sam already had an idea to carry out his plan. Currently Sam has a friend who is a lawyer who works at Luis's place of work, currently Sam can only try to meet his friend. While asking for help from his friend, currently Sam has no choice but to be able to negotiate with the place. So that his friend will help him, while currently in another place. Seen in a car th

His heart was broken once and it would never be able to repair, ever. "Pair up!" He roared as all the trainees busied looking for the partners and within a few minutes, they were sparring. His eyes met Luca who stalked towards him. "You defense," Rasmus grumbled as Luca slightly crouched in a defensive position and Rasmus charged at him, attacking. They both were panting after ten minutes of intense sparring. Luca had a serious road rash on his left arm and shoulder. Blood oozing out of the slit on his eyebrow. His flesh slowly knit together.

I said, smiling at Alessio as he walked out of the car alongside his father. “YOU FUCKING…” “Vadim.” Lucius said, stopping the man. “We are not here to fight or argue, but you have also lost someone and we have come to condemn…” “We came to do nothing,” Alessio said, and I shook my head at the man.

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

I saw someone standing next to the SUV, a man wearing a white linen shirt and black jeans. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows; the man smiled and opened the SUV door for me. "I'm Laurent, Ma'am. I work with Sam. Mr Valentino asked me to take your car home."

Elena asked. “Seven minutes,” Samson replied. “Send me the plate number.” “It’s Code A·SDSD. Black SUV,” Elena said quietly.

“That’s enough weightlifting for today. Do some meditation instead.” The chatter dies completely, replaced by a tense silence. Serena's sharp gaze lands on Mara. “And you,” she says coolly, “are fired.” Mara’s face twists in outrage. “Fired? For what? Telling the truth?” Serena smirks, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “No. For failing in your duties as a coach. You broke the law of confidentiality by humiliating one of the participants. That’s not leadership—it’s incompetence.” A faint smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, breaking through my embarrassment. For the first time, someone stood up for me—even if it’s Serena, who doesn’t particularly like me.

“It is for Alpha Arturo, I…” “Get one of the wine bottles, Alana, and fill this with water.” He said, looking at the woman over his shoulder again before he turned his attention to me. The maid left us alone before the man extended his hand to me, making me frown in confusion. “I am Lorenzo, Alpha Arturo’s second beta, I don’t think that I have introduced myself to you.” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, voicing out my confusion. The man was just giving me a warning and now he was introducing himself to me? That was not something that I understood.

“Samuel Romano, son of Luca Romano, the meat mogul?” Luca Romano was the owner and CEO of Lycanthrope Meat Distributions, or LMD, the biggest werewolf-specific meat distributor in the world. He also happened to be one of the biggest contributors to Andrew’s campaign for Alpha King. If it ever got out that Andrew attacked Luca’s son, it could ruin Andrew. “How is Samuel?” I asked. “He’s in intensive care, but they expect him to pull through. Why do you ask?” “Just wondering.” Inside, I was praying to the Moon Goddess for Samuel to recover. He might have gotten what he deserved, but I did not want to risk this impacting Andrew’s career—or life.