Sam Porter Bridges Novels & Stories

Sam looked up at Sieg and asked curtly, “Does Mr. Bridge know that your family and the Quints are squashing Perfect World Group?” “Mr. Bridge is at the age where he doesn’t get involved in things.” Faced with Sam’s annoyance, Sieg replied humbly, “He enjoys mentoring younger people. When he learned that I was facing some difficulties, he offered his assistance.” The Bridges were a wealthy and influential family in Geranium City. When it came to the Geranium City elites’ expansion into other cities, they were on the same side as the Geranium Lyfes. Tito, one of the four eligible bachelors of Geranium City, belonged to the Bridge family.

He stood by the window, looking out over the old church. When Amara entered, he turned to face her. There was no escape left. No more hiding. She walked directly up to him. "What happened on the bridge?" Samuel closed his eyes. "It was the night everything ended." He sat down slowly. "The man you call The Architect wasn't always called that." "He had another name." "I won't say it." "Not yet." "Because names have power." Damian frowned but remained silent. Samuel continued. "Twenty-two years ago, the three of us met on the River Niger Bridge."

I lift her to hold her while Damen and Sam sit back down on the sofa. Wanting to hold her more and truly never let her go, I take her seemingly exhausted body fully into my arms and sit between Damen and Sam. “What happened,” Sam asks Trinity. “I saw glimpses of death and destruction in her mind. It was incredibly painful. Then, there was a bright light and after a void.” Trinity says while rubbing his goatee. “Bridges are rare, to begin with. During the reincarnation process for many souls, they have the choice of which soul path they want to try to succeed on.

"I sense that she's there." Sam looked, and saw a huge bridge spanning the river. He was surprised to notice that it was covered with shops of all sorts, and even more surprised to see, as they flew over it, that there were several prisoners standing there, on a scaffold, nooses around their necks, hoods around their heads. It looked as if they were about to be executed. And large crowds gathered around them. "Okay," Sam said, and suddenly dove down low, right for the bridge. He figured he would pre-empt her, and be the first one to dive down this time.

Ugh, why the fuck am I so jealous? Mark grabs my arms and leads me out of the building. "Well, it was lovely meeting your friends. And look, even your friend Robbie has a new girlfriend. That's quite a relief to me if I am being honest with you, Sammy," Mark says as he puts some gum into his mouth and starts chomping. Mark is the only person who calls me Sammy. It sets him apart from my friend group, along with his British accent. Both drive me crazy, and both are powerful.

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu