Samson Walters Accident Novels & Stories

“Victoria, what happened before was my fault. Please come back. David misses you terribly.” “Victoria, where are you? Mom collapsed… she hasn’t woken up since. Please, come see her.” I systematically blocked every single one of Edmund’s contact methods, never wanting to hear a single word about him ever again. I only learned about what happened to Samantha much later. Her car had suffered a sudden mechanical failure, resulting in a horrific accident. The crash left her with a fractured skull, and the bone fragments pierced her brain tissue, causing irreversible damage. Avery was the first to receive the news of Samantha’s accident. She nearly jumped for joy.

Pain radiated from her scent—grief, regret, sorrow so deep it felt like it was suffocating the room. Jason clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw tight, but he didn’t look at her. His gaze slid to me instead. Not with the gentle patience he had once shown me. Not with warmth. But with something colder. Something unreadable. Then, he turned back to Samantha, his lips curling into a humorless smile. "Do you want to know who killed him?" Samantha froze, her breath catching in her throat. Jason didn’t blink. "It was Samuel," he said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Your father. He planned the accident."

“Now you're talking about respect. Seriously, ma'am? Say the woman who didn't respect her son. Are you joking? Because it's not funny. I'm just giving my respect to those people who respect me and my Sawyer too. You won't respect us? Then I won't respect you, simple as that." She saw Mrs. Samiz hand clenched. She's angry, she can say that. She closed her mouth when she started to speak. "Sawyer grandfather is the reason why your parents died. He's the one who ran against the taxi where your parents are. He chose to crash into the taxi in front rather than crash into the children playing in the park. He's the reason why you're suffering. The grandpa that my son loves very much." While Mrs. Sa

Clearly, I hadn't rested. "The child?" he rasped. "Safe," I replied briefly, handing him a cup of water. "You suffered second-degree burns. You'll need two weeks of rest." Sam didn't take the water. Instead, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Why did you fake the crash? Why didn't you tell me you were alive?" I paused, then gently pulled my hand back. "Sam, you shouldn't have come here." "No!" he pushed himself up despite the pain, sweat beading on his forehead. "Claire, I know I was wrong. Just give me a chance to make it right…"

I slapped my forehead with my hand. “You’re right… I’m sorry, it must be the alcohol.” I said and turned my back to go back to Vanessa who has been watching me all along. I shook my head at her and smiled to assure her I’m fine. I was walking toward my seat when I heard him speak again. “You accused me of something heavy, Ms. Samantha. Is that what you really call an apology?” I rolled my eyes and faced him again. “Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.”

Lifting her into his arms, he asked frantically, "Are you hurt? I'm taking you to the hospital!" I leaned against the banister, pain twisting through my abdomen. The wounds from surgery still hadn't healed. Samuel didn't even look at me as he went off in a hurry. I forced myself upright and staggered back upstairs. Quietly, I packed a small bag. I was leaving this house built on lies. Right after I tossed my luggage into the trunk, something hard rammed into my lower back. … Two hours later, Samuel received a call from the police. "Are you the owner of the vehicle with the license plate STO 123? A gas tanker collided with it on Goodrich Avenue and exploded. We found a body inside. We need yo

Only then did I realize something was wrong. I wanted to talk to Peyton about it, but he refused to discuss it at all. When I argued with him over the phone, my mother-in-law, Samantha Royce, happened to overhear. Samantha had a quick temper. After learning about it, she immediately took a cab to the resort to catch him in the act. We left from different locations, but halfway there, an accident happened. Samantha's taxi collided with a large truck, and she died on the spot.

So he decided to flee and stay under the radar for the time being. In the Bianchi Mansion, Amber is sitting in one corner sadly. Samuel is now awake and is playing with a toy. She is so distracted, that she didn't notice when Samuel stood up on his own. As he is still recovering from his surgery, he couldn't support his body weight and he fell down immediately. He knocked down a glass of water on the bedside table when he fell down. That alerted Amber. "Samuel" she rushed towards the boy and picked him up from the floor and gently laid him down on the bed again. He checked his body for any injuries. As he knocked down the glass, it fell and broke into several pieces. But thankfully, Samuel w

Samson was left in a complete daze. So, I was the one who fought off the kidnappers and saved him—not Judy. What about that night at the beach? He kept scrolling, and soon found my messages with the doctor at my usual hospital. "I'm sorry, doctor. It was an accident this time. Someone fell into the sea, and I had to save him. That's why my knee injury flared up again." "It's okay, just be more careful. Remember, you can't let the wound..." Samson's hands started to tremble uncontrollably.

When they saw a flame coming out and Albert was crawling on the lawn, the paramedics rushed right away. . In their living room in the mansion... Samantha dropped the glass of water she was holding when she saw the headline on tv. "Albert Michaels Meets An Accident. Car Is On Fire!"