Samsara Online Novel Novels & Stories

[Sammy] “So let me get this straight,” Luis takes a large drink of his frothy IPA, the sides of the glass dripping with condensation as he sets it down on the table next to our basket of corn chips. “This goddess of a blonde comes up to YOU, you, Little Sammy Salazar, buys you a drink, drags you into a bathroom, and does wicked things to you in said bathroom for three hours and you didn’t even get her name?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re cute and all but I call bullshit. Pure m****a. That’s like porn movie crap.”

The words flowed more easily than expected, filling page after page until my hand cramped and my eyes burned with fatigue. When I finally set the pen down, the sky outside my window was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn. It wasn't until I was about to close the journal that I noticed what Sam had written on the inside cover, her neat handwriting a stark contrast to my chaotic scrawl; {Some people write because they have something to say. Others write to find out what they have to say. I can't wait to discover which one you are. Happy birthday Shade!! - your Sunny }

“Sandy…” “Walden, please… Before you say anything, let me just talk. Samara is a liar and a deceiver. She tricks people into thinking that she is otherwise but it’s far from that. She’s killed a lot of people. Do you even bother to do a head count of all your guards? Why is it that some of them just disappear mysteriously and most are the ones under Samara?” “Sandy…” “Walden, please…” “Sandy!”

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

he ordered, leaving the companions behind. ******************** Samara squirmed in her bed. She rolled on the mattress several times, and she was irritated. Unable to bear it, she sat up and looked at the big window. Moonlight peeked through the window of her room; it seemed that it would like to know what was happening to her. She sighed while staring at it, thinking how beautiful the sky and the moon were to watch and how peaceful the surroundings were, but her mind was restless.

“Ryden just told me that I’m an abomination, a destroyer of the world.” “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Samarah spoke again. “And you do?” I snorted. “Do tell me, Samarah, at least before you die. Let the truth out. Be useful.” “Your blood is the only thing that can destroy the book.” “Wow.” I rolled my eyes. “It all started with my fucking blood, and it’s the only one that can destroy everything. That’s fucking amazing, don’t you think?”

Disclaimer & Content Warning This novel is written under the pen name "Sasicha" and is classified as PWP (P**n Without Plot) with explicit erotic content. This novel is a dark, erotic reimagining of a classic fairy tale. It contains explicit graphic sexual content and dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It is strictly intended for mature audiences only (18+). Explicit Sexual Content. Dirty Talk. Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance.

Her first novel boomed, even though it had a less enthusiast genre because of the many spooky and gripping scenes such as scenes of sadistic psychopaths who killed their targets, making readers shudder with horrified. Kanya glanced at her best friend. “You don't have to wait for me! And what are you doing at night in my apartment, anyway?” Samuel shook his head and sighed softly. “Okay, I'm leaving now. If you have a nightmare, don't call me in the middle of the night.” Samuel snorted as he cleared his belongings. “You needn't worry. I'm used to that dream. It's late, but you are still in my apartment.” She giggled.

Samantha exclaimed and Sia rolled her eyes watching as Samantha hurried towards the Tv, powering it on and opening her n*****x on the Tv. “Fantasy, thriller, Ya, non fiction, mystery?” Samantha asked. “Fantasy” Sia replied carrying her food and Samantha’s towards the seating room. “You haven't seen Fate, the winx saga right?” Smanatha asked, collecting her plate of food from Sia who immediately shook her head.

But no matter how she searched, the familiar, profound immortal aura belonging to her Master never appeared. The beams of light on the Jade Samsara Platform gradually thinned, their flow slowing, and the faint buzzing quieted. The golden light began to slowly recede. Clearly, all the paths in the Book of Reincarnation had come to an end. Amelia's fingertips froze at the edge of the jade platform as the last beam of light slowly faded away. No new paths appeared. Her heart sank abruptly, the hope in her eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by a heavy and unshakable anxiety.