Samsa Rapper Novels & Stories

So far, those who have dared to lay a finger on my girls have not lived to tell the tale. Those are the rules of my fucking business. And my rules are always respected. "You're wrong, Samme." In that you are wrong. A devilish, sadistic smile crosses his face. I'm pretty sure some cocaine must have gotten up his nose before he got to the club tonight, which doesn't surprise me. It's about Damm, the man who drinks and smokes like a damned possessed. It is the representation of a perverted sadist and drug addict. I am not a saint, I have never considered myself one, but where my brother steps, the damn grass does not grow.

I need to ask God for strength and maybe some insight into Kaizer's past and why I was sent here. As I was walking towards my room, the little boy came out of his room. He was shocked when he saw me but quickly composed himself, lowered his head, and stepped aside. "Hi," I greeted, kneeling to meet his height. He didn't answer. "Hi, I'm Samantha, you can call me Ate Samantha." He raised his head and stared at me for a second and suddenly turned back and went back to his room. He acts like he was scared, obviously, it's our first meet. I'd like to ask him if he's Kaizer's son. Tsk...tsk... next time.

The tone of Samael's speech is a little teasing. "Samael, fuck off. I warned you not to come here." "You're a jackass, brother. We're just here to unwind. See, Nazarel? He's a jerk who got drunk last night. He's acting like a lunatic, threatening to shoot you in the head because you didn't lend him twenty pesos. What the fuck, bro? It was only twenty pesos." "You can't even pay back a five peso coin, and then you say only twenty pesos? Are you serious?"

“You're an enabler, Sam. It was your money that paid for the drinks. Doesn't that make you the least bit responsible?” Samael half-smiles. “When you put it that way, I suppose so. What can I say? You're easier to deal with intoxicated.” “I resent that, asshat.”

"Of course. I'll prove it." Samantha took out her cellphone from hernurse'suniform pocket and tried to contact Rapheal. Not long after, Rapheal picked up his call, Samantha's behavior increased the sound of the cell phone. "Halo, Sir." "What's wrong? Don't you know I'm busy?" snapped Rapheal. "Sorry to bother you for a moment, sir, but you doubt that I am the personal assistant that you sent from Korea," explained Samantha politely.

I got the feeling that something is about to happen as I loo at Mera to see her smirking cunningly as she looks at me. “Again my name is Sammuel Miguel. I am a famous pianist in England. I have a best friend who is far more amazing and talented than I. He taught me everything I know. His name is Jerwel Prime. SHE… is his cunning gold-digging wife.” He said as he points to Sammantha who froze on the stage. “Are- are you sure she is who you say she is?” a girl asks from behind him so he let my hand go to see who speaks.

BNB Group chat: Me: HEY BITCHES Me: WHO WANTS LUNCH ON ME Sami: WAT FREE LUNCH HELL YEA Cassia: IM DOWN Me: HAHA JUST KIDDING BRING UR OWN MONEY BITCHES Sami: DUDE WHAT THE HELL UR ASS GOT MY HOPES UP Cassia: Wait THINK about it Sami when has Sahana EVER bought us smth Me: HEY I BUY YALL LOADS OF SHIT Cassia: HAHA AND I HAVE A WHOLE STASH OF DIAMONDS UP MY ASS BITCH PLEASE Me: WHATEVER MEET ME AT LOADED BURRITO IN 15 MIN

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

Sammy ordered, and Cameroon unlocked, embarrassingly. “I am sorry, man,” He said.