Sam Yang Artbook Novels & Stories

' As those thoughts flashed in his mind, Tailor Sam revealed a gentle smile before getting back to his designs. ******************** [System Message: Your Affinity with Tailor Sam has increased to .] Kirou was already outside Bladesmith's cottage when he got that message. Seeing the contents genuinely spooked him because he had no idea how that happened. 'Wait a minute.' Kirou then took out the leather book filled with designs from Tailor Sam. When he saw the title, he was dumbfounded. "That crazy bastard." Those were the words that escaped Kirou's mouth as his eyes traced over the words on the cover of the book. 'Impossible Designs to Implement' was the title of the book in his ha

“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?

I took the book and scanned through the pictures inside and the information within it, and I saw a face that had an uncanny resemblance to Charlene. I knew this book was familiar. I took it near my bookshelf and pulled a book I promised to give Samarah. “Hah, really… who are you, Samarah?”

Samantha started getting money at college, which almost made her forget about me. I wasn't good at drawing, to talk of painting. I'll say, Sam's eyes have seen a lot of things a lady shouldn't. Lolz. What do you expect? She's a nudist painter, and what does a nudist painter do? They paint a picture of people naked.

Sam laughed as Aren joined in heartily. Sam sank into the couch and felt something poking at him. When he reached down, he pulled out a book and looked at the cover. It read "Seven Days". "Hey, isn't this my book from the car?" Sam recognized it instantly. He often folded corners as bookmarks, and the creases were still there. "Yeah! I borrowed it from your car last time. It's surprisingly good!" Aren admitted. Sam raised an eyebrow. "You've been reading it?" Aren nodded. "Got halfway through."

“Your imagination is going haywire again.” “As if yours hasn’t,” Soriya said. “I heard the furious tapping of keys late into the night, darling.” Chan blushed and took a peek at Sam. Hopefully he didn’t suspect she was an author of children’s books. More importantly, she hoped he would never find out she’d started penning a very adult book that probably set the pages on fire, and the very first one was starring him, or what sounded like him, as the sizzling hot hero. Sam glanced at her. “So what do you ladies do for a living?”

i said i notice na hindi doon dumaan sina Ethan Pumasok kami sa bahay pero wla ng ibang papalabas na pinto! Gosshhh "Sam ikaw na" Si sam namn agad nilibot ang tingin agad itong ngumisi "Got yahhh" she said agad siyang nagpunta sa likod ng isang lalagyan ng libro then may sinambit siya na spell at agad nawala ang mga libro at naging pinto i cant understand!

They built a life that does not require correcting the tools of a life that needed one. I close the notebook. “What are you making?” I say. “Something from a recipe my father wrote in the margin of a book Arthur found in box four. “Not scrambled eggs. More ambitious.” “Gerald was writing recipes in book margins,” I say. “He was writing everything everywhere,” Samuel says. “Arthur says box four is mostly financial notes, but the margins of the books inside it contain recipes, observations about architecture, three pages of thoughts about what the Thomas family should have done differently, and what appears to be the beginning of a short story.”