Samsa Rapper Novels & Stories

Ethan asked as Samantha pulled him into the house and locked the door. "It is a long story Ethan but I will cut it short. My father and brother are killers. They sell kidneys and that is how they've been making their money." Samantha announced. Ethan started laughing and stopped when he saw the serious look on Samantha's face. "Wait...you are not joking?" "Am I laughing right now? Does it look like I'm joking?" Samantha asked with her voice quivering. Ethan stared at her. He dropped his glasses, moved closer to her. "What?"

Neah’s voice echoes around the dungeon Samara is on her feet, her lips part and her grey eyes frantically dart about as she tries to figure out what is happening to her and how she has no control over what she is doing. I smile as Neah asks Samara for her name. She held so much power and yet she doesn’t flaunt it like so many others would. “Samara Clarkson.” She whispers through tears “But you can call me Sam or Sammie.” It was the exact same line she had given before. “You are a Lycan?” “I was. I was drugged and now…” “Who is Cooper?” Neah presses, cutting Samara off before she has a chance to finish.

He gave me a sad smile as he tucked a stray hair on my ear. “Well, I am already upset. What is there to lose?” I crossed my arms as if saying ‘I’m waiting.’ “Okay.” He said in defeat. “It’s about this morning's news.” He glanced briefly at my blank face before continuing. “It says that three men were ground to the bones inside the meat shop in Hill Street. And…and one of those three men was my friend, Caleb.” He finished panting, like the thought of his friend being dead is consuming the life out of him. My eyes widened in mocked shock and disbelief. What got my attention was the fact that he knows Caleb Salazar. But the question was, to what extent?

Sam gave my hand a small squeeze to show she appreciated my efforts. Sams hand lowered by her side. “Three days ago, I didn’t know anything about the things that go bump in the night, now today, I wake up as one. Three days ago, I was pushing papers around in an office believing that the worst thing that could happen to me was a scumbag boss. Then I died.” Sam Stood back up, wiping her hands on her pants. “I did not ask for this, but I am willing to do anything in my power to learn and adapt to it. I am not here to hurt anyone, nor do I want anyone to be in harm's way. I can help with the rouge; his name is Bradly. I have a picture of him I can give out to help in finding him, he hurt my bes

response, but Adams and her face reverted to their original reaction. "Do you know each other?” I broke their hug and Samantha withdrew as she hugged Adams. She walked apart from Adams, and then the smile reached the sky. Her dimple appeared on her left cheek, so I knew she was having a different kind of joy. She didn't respond to me and then glanced up at Adams. “Adams, I want to be your sub again.” There was no hesitation in Samantha's voice and tone as she said that. She's just like a normal vendor who offers to a shopper.

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

Sam continued with a sinister look in his eyes, “In the end, my woman died along with the baby in her stomach. So, eight years ago, I set up a trap to kill Mo’s father. However, Mo ran away to Saem at the critical time…” “He shouldn’t have involved your woman and child in this. He wasn’t moral in the first place,” Chase said suddenly. “That kid now dares to come back to South River City. I’d like to see if he’s as lucky as he was back then.” Sam snorted coldly. “Careful.” Chase suddenly shook his head. “Watch out for that old man with him. If I’m not wrong, he’s a black magic practitioner from Saem.”

I teased and got a raised finger in response. “Wassup ?” Samantha asked. The assassin looked breathless as she logged into our video chat. "I wanna kill my mate's evil father- the one who got preggy and I wanna hire you for the job. The payment will be that Kai will stop farting on your face in the mornings." "The pay is shit, Sammy,” the apparent victim tried to save his ass. "So is your fart,” Samantha deadpanned. "I will take the job, Jax. That thing stinks and might even kill at its hottest,” the assassin said and Kai could not stop huffing about 'Blood is thicker than water' and how we were "Bad blood".

' 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.

—Amira— A week later.... It had been a week since Mama and I learned the DNA results— a week since Nathaniel left my house. I tried not to think about him. I tried not to miss him. A lot has happened since then. Sammy was flown to America five days ago and is currently undergoing trial in a federal court. Turned out I wasn't the only girl he'd trafficked to Mr. Nobody. And Mr. Nobody? His real name was Martinez Santiago.