Samson Walters Accident Novels & Stories

Samantha didn't refuse, and they exchanged handshakes. "I'm looking forward to working with you, too." After exiting the office, Samantha pulled out her phone from her purse. She planned to tell Ava that she had been accepted into X Co. Her arm went weak as her phone flew out of her hand and fell to the ground. It was because someone had collided with her. "I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Samantha was a bit angry as she raised her head. The two stared at one another. "Sophia?" "Jason?"

A woman next t o her tried t o appease her. Sam tried t o articulate, but t o no avail. She fell unconscious again. It had been almost two months since the awful day when Amir and their friends, the Alecs died. The memories of such a terrible night haunted Samanta's dreams, a long, imperturbable dream. Samanta remained i n a coma for 57 days. Days after which she was released due t o a huge confusion.

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

“I know. I thought so too.” He let out a sigh, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” “Yes, I’m… hurt.” Another pause. Then he said, “Shit. I’ll get your chauffeur on his way. Location?” “Nirv Motel or something,” I hung up before he could say more. When I turned, Samantha was staring at me. Her eyes were glimmering with tears. “Is he… safe?” “Yes,” I said even though I knew damn well that he could barely move his legs and was on a wheelchair.

"I don't want them to know about any of this. I only told you. I don't want anyone messing with Raquel." "Alright. You do you." "So how are you and Stephanie still on the honeymoon stage?" He teased him. "I don't want to talk about it." "I knew it. She already got tired of your boring ass." He continues to tease him. All of a sudden, a truck crashed into them. The truck hit the driver side and Sacha died immediately while Samuel was taken to the hospital. He went through several operations and was in a coma. Their family was grieving that none of them remembered Raquel. They never met her so no one really cared to find her to tell her what happened.

The entire household was thrown into chaos. After being treated by the best doctors the Elliots could summon, the final blow came. “I’m sorry, Mr. Elliot is disabled and will remain this way for the rest of his life.” Samantha’s legs gave out beneath her as though the ground had collapsed. Her hands clutched her chest as if trying to rip out the unbearable pain she felt inside. “No… no, no, no!” she wailed, her shrill cries piercing through the air before she fainted.

"Okay, just get them for me. I want a clean job okay? How about the white guy you saw them with?" "Samson had to use a car, and he just hit him and not roll over him but he suffered a memory loss due to the accident. I got the details from the hospital he was admitted to." He replied. "What?! I asked Samson to use a trailer for God sake. Arghhh! Well at least he lost his memory" I grinned. "Am giving you tomorrow to get those girls for me. Don't do any harm to them. Bring them to me first." I said and hung up.

Instead, she just smiled, got out of bed, tucked Lola in, and left the room. The moment the door closed, my dad rushed over, pale as a ghost. "Honey... I just got a call from the construction site. Samantha's been in an accident."

On the drive to the port, Samuel ran eight red lights. By the time he got there, one of his tires had blown, but he had not even noticed. "Chief!" Lucas Cole, the officer in charge of the recovery, rushed to greet Samuel, looking apologetic. "I’m really sorry. I know you’re in the middle of your wedding, but this…this is something you have to see." Samuel did not respond to the apology, simply extending his hand and saying, "Show me the skull."

My popularity and reputation skyrocketed, too. Half a year later, a car barreled in our direction as Verona and I were returning from a banquet. Our driver was skilled enough to dodge it in time, but the car crashed straight into a streetlight and burst into flames. They managed to drag the driver out of the car, and who else could it have been other than Samantha? Her legs were crippled from her knees downward, and her face was scorched black with flame. The pain had kicked in after her adrenaline faded, and she was in so much pain that she was writhing.