Sam Yang Artbook Novels & Stories

Eventually, Damien passed out on the couch, and I retreated to my room, oddly sober despite the alcohol. The gifts from dinner were still in their bag, the drafting tools, the vintage shirt, and Sam's journal. I ran my fingers over the leather cover again, feeling the weight of possibility it represented. Sam believed I had something worth saying, worth preserving. She saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself.

I asked with a tilt of my head. “Who are you?” I heard Candice ask from behind me. The pretty blonde girl with a beauty mark at the corner of her top lip smiled at us before she introduced herself. “My name’s Sam, I'm one of your mentors during your stay here. We’re going to the first exhibition of your art now.” Candice and I freshened up and followed Sam out to the art exhibition. It was being held in one of the many galleries on campus and once we arrived at the tall building it was clear to see that everyone was excited about seeing their work on display.

I chuckled to him before asking the girls. "Josie it's nice to finally be able to talk to you as well. I've been watching you for months and you are quite an extraordinary woman. Even through the grief and being completely shit faced you still have the focus to just get shit done. That book on demons and other hell realm creatures is excellent. I mean seriously advanced stuff. The wisdom you put into it, the knowledge you've shared with others through it, I am utterly impressed with it and can't wait until it's released." Sammie spoke as I plated dinner for the three of us.

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

"You're angry at me right?" "No no, you misunderstand me, Sam. Have you read this paper? I'm just angry at it since it needed something impossible to attain." Phil handed Samantha the paper. Samantha read the paper and understood Phil's frustration. Phil thanked Samantha for her service and asked her if there was anything she wanted. Samantha shook her head since she enjoyed the experience of deciphering the symbols. Phil walked out of the library thinking about how in god's name he will get an artifact that can be used to travel in the miasma.

“Imangi how many books would be enough for me before daddy returns for his holiday?” “Dozens…” Samantha answered with a sip from her juice. Nuella giggled, grabbing a book and leaning into Samantha. “There are so many nasty things here…. I can tell from the title.” Samantha spared her boyfriend a glance. He was engrossed on his phone and didnt notice. “Naughty you!” She remarked, giving Nuealla a side eye…. While both of them giggled. “I hope she finds the book,” Samantha said, referring to the book she had asked one of the attendants to help her get. “I hope so too,” Nuella said, picking a book from her cart.

He clicked on it, and the whole room booted back to life. Rows of books looked back at Sam. He sighed as he stared at the bookshelves. There was only one way to do this so that he won’t spend the whole day in here. He had to look under the tag, ‘absurd monsters’, and grab all the books on the trees. It would only make sense like that. He walked over to the other side labeled, ‘supernatural;’ and grabbed the books he saw. This whole place was starting to look like a maze.

I turned back to my laptop and started to create a new F******k page Sam got up from her spot and leaned over my shoulder "what are you doing, who still uses F******k" "old people and people who have nothing left to do with their lives" "so why are you making a new page" "because bored, weird people can be the best people when it comes to getting a video around" Sam still looked confused

“And this Aym guy- he doesn't seem very fond of you.” “He's not,” Samael smirked, watching me open it. I gasped- the book, though ancient-looking on the outside, had crisp, new pages with mechanically printed script. “I commissioned this from him over the week's end. You'll have to guard your throat and vital areas if you encounter him any time soon.”

I'm not losing my mind. I looked at my girlfriend, "what... Baby you have a book?" She was all smiling and acting weird, she laughed a bit nervously, "Yea.. the one and only...." "Holly Shit....." Sam said, "I love your book, it was amazing and it helped me a looooot... wait a minute... Dr Omarley... what the fuck are you doing with this idiot?" That question was asked pointing at me.. Okay okay... I wasn't an idiot... I mean I was going to make something of myself.. I might not be a doctor or haven't written an amazing book but I was me and great things were coming my way...right?