Novel & Cerita Samuel Hawke

Emma stared at the man standing in the doorway. For twenty-three years, she had heard different stories about Samuel Parker. Some people said he was dead. Others said he had disappeared. Some believed he was hiding somewhere outside the country. Others whispered that he controlled everything from the shadows. But none of those stories had prepared Emma for the truth. He was standing right in front of her. Alive. Older. Scarred. And smiling. Emma tightened her grip on her weapon. "You." Samuel looked at her calmly.

Nova caught the look and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Ohhh,” she said the moment he was out of earshot, stealing another glance toward the hallway. “So that is the famous Damian Hawke. Tall, dark, and dangerously hot. No wonder you’re in trouble. The way he looked at you just now? Like he wanted to eat you alive but also protect you from the world. Girl, that man is trouble with a capital T.” I felt my face heat up. “Stop it.”

I reached down and gripped Audra's hand, pulling her behind me. “Oh please, if I had a babe like this under my belt, I wouldn’t hide her.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Isn’t that Sir Drakes daughter?” One of his friends asked. I think his name was Sam. We only had a few interactions in warrior training. He looked a little uncomfortable with what Cedric was suggesting.

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

The man stood up and stretched his hand towards Xander, “Hello, President Reid. I am Samuel Cooke. I am investigating your wife’s kidnapping case. Xander shook hands with him, “I want my wife back as soon as possible. That man is dangerous.” “Don’t worry. He can't get out of this city.” “How are you so sure that he is still in the city?” Xander withdrew his hand and squinted at him inquisitively. “Let me show you something.” Samuel sat on the couch and showed Xander a photograph on his tablet. Xander also sat beside him and took a good look at the photo.

Samuel chirps, sensing his deception is about to crack under the alpha's intense calculation, and dashes down the corridor like a spooked rabbit. His feet have barely touched his native city, and his path has already collided with the ultimate tyrant. Just like the old alpha legends say: bitter enemies are destined to meet on the narrowest forest trail. Once his small ears verify that zero heavy boots are tracking his scent through the hallways, Samuel presses his spine flat against the wallpaper, lifting his small wrist to activate the digital communication watch to link with his hockey academy professor. The connection clicks alive after two rings. "Professor, my path just collided with th

Sheriff Black lay at my feet, his body covered in blood. With a heavy heart, I covered my mouth to muffle the scream that threatened to escape as I once again found myself on the cold ground. My hands shook as I crawled toward his lifeless body, desperately trying to wake him with a gentle shake. But as I searched for a pulse, my heart sank with the realization that he was truly gone. His eyes remained open, as though he was caught off guard, yet they stared into nothingness. With tears streaming down my face, I tenderly closed them and clung to his still form, allowing myself to cry softly.

He focuses back on his laptop, he gasps in surprise. “Uhmmm, I found something. It’s not looking good.” Oliver says. We all go to his side to see what he’s talking about. He shows us an encrypted file, that’s labeled ‘the project nightwalker’. Another file is labeled ‘the hybrid specimen.’ My wolf stirs up, feeling unease as we read through the file. The file describes an individual who possesses both dominant werewolf alpha bloodline and siren abilities. It’s said that this individual is the perfect bridge between species that could make their supernatural begin, the recreated vampires.

He shrugged, waving her off before turning to Trevor. "Trevor Saint Williamson, is that your name?" Doctor Greg asked. Trevor nodded. "You see, you are an incredible human; if there's something I wish for about you, it's to know how you got here; I mean this city, not the God damn story of you being raised by one foster mum and there's no doubt your father is still alive. He's in a secret lab, and the DNA shows that." Trevor furrowed his brow and attempted to sit up straight while acting as though his hand was still tied to the gurney.

' 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.