Samuel Ibrahim Novels & Stories

“Brother!” Samuel is wearing a brown wool sweater with a neat heart-shaped collar, a white shirt tucked underneath, clean dark trousers, and spotless white shoes. He stands completely straight and tall, his lips looking red and his teeth perfectly white. His cheeks are delicate, his nose bridge is high, and his thick black curls bounce as he moves. He reaches out a mature little hand to pat his sister’s head. “Simona, have your ears been listening to mommy’s rules while my boots were away?”

“Why are you here?” Samuel’s gaze sharpened, his expression hardening into something colder, more calculating. “Because I think we have a common enemy.” I frowned, my mind racing. “And who might that be?” “Maximilian,” he said simply. The name, spoken so calmly, sent a chill down my spine. I stared at him, my heart pounding, trying to gauge whether this was some kind of trick. Samuel Graves didn’t flinch under my scrutiny. He stood tall, exuding an air of quiet authority, as though he was used to being listened to and obeyed.

What is your occupation? I am the head/ Chief Executive Officer (C.E.O) of Charles Cement Industries, Charles Salt and Spice Industries, Charles Furniture Industries as well as Samuel housing Limited and Samuel Industries Incorporated. For the past three years I have also been the Managing Director (M.D) of Charles Petrol Corporation with the legal marketing agency in over 20 countries on the globe. said Sam.

Alpha Nicholas "All final checks have been done and everything is set and in place for tonight." My brother, Shane announces as he walks into my office with Will right behind him. Not only is Shane my brother, but he's also my Beta while Will is also my brother and Gamma. It's a right family affair. Our youngest brother, Robbie has been offered a title more than once, both Shane and Will are more than happy to share their roles with him and with him having Alpha blood in him he's more than capable of fulfilling both roles but he doesn't want it, never has.

“Okay. Thank you again, sir. What’s your name?” “Miguel, Miss Brooke. I’m Miguel Ramos. You can call me Miguel.” “Please call me Amy too.” Then Amy moved to the back. Miguel opened the door for her, and later, he drove the car to Samuel’s apartment—the WLS apartment. Samuel had several apartments and a few houses in the city. He also had many properties in other cities, even in other countries. Considering he ran the hotel networks and restaurants, it was normal for him to have and buy buildings everywhere. Samuel then converted some buildings to hotels, restaurants, or the newest in his agenda—resorts.

Sacha and Samuel were opposites. Sacha is someone that always does what he wants to do and Samuel is someone who always does what is being expected of him. At the age of fifteen Sacha already knew what he wanted. He loved music and he enjoyed going to parties. He didn't want to work for the family business. At the age of seventeen he asked for his trust fund and decided to start living on his own.

Samuel let out an exasperated sigh. Next to him, Valerie was snuggling affectionately, occasionally planting gentle kisses on the man's cheek. Valerie deliberately seduced him, doing this to prevent Samuel's emotions from being reignited over the recent important decision he had just made. Samuel Walters, or Samuel himself, was a British descendant and the only child of Argadana and Arabella Walters. He was an architect who had recently risen to the helm of Pasific Palace, a multinational property company, just a year ago.

“Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at Moscow. We have time to ask our questions later, but right now, we have a problem.” “A problem? I just hear that I have a brother and you are discussing ‘a problem’ with me?” I asked, trying to process everything that was happening right now. The man pulled his phone out, showing me a video and I frowned as I looked at the video that he showed me. The voice of a child sounded in the distance, and rather than the cemetery that had Ianos trying to breakout of it as he raged, he was now calm as he held onto the child.

I continue with my eating, making sure I don’t waste the delicious food. “If I may ask, what’s that stone for anyway? It has to be so important that you have to kidnap me and hold me ransom.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin as I set the rest of the wasting utensils away. Santino stares at his brother, and Maximo nods his head. “We are not from here, Samantha.” “Duh…” “No, you don’t get it,” Maximo cuts me off. “We are not from here, meaning earth.”

" No Samuel, I can't come this far to back out now. I want to speak to him ,so do as I say " " Okay madam as you wish. I will do that", Samuel replied getting up from his seat and walking towards the direction of Martins who was already high from the bottle of brandy he had before him. "Hi ",Samuel said grabbing a seat next to Martins and sitting down. "Hi", Martin's replied still sipping his glass of brandy. "I am Samuel ", Samuel said as he waved to the waiter to come forward. " Yes sir you called. What do I serve you" , said the waiter.