Samuel Ibrahim Novels & Stories

And show him my glass. "I'm Lucas by the way." he pulls and holds his hand out for a shake. "I'm Courtney," I reply and place my hand in his. He was a really handsome man. He was tall and when I say tall, very tall. He had brown eyes, which were quite intimidating. His hair was styled with some gel. He had a sharp jawline and nose. He had quite a few rings on his fingers. He didn't seem like a normal man. He seemed to be rich. He was wearing a grey suit and from what I know, that was from Dolce & Gabbana. What was he doing here?

It's Kit talking to who I presume is Isaiah, his voice stern and borderline accusatory. "I haven't seen my mother in years," Isaiah grumbles in response. I may not know much about him, but there's something about his tone that is familiar. It's the embodiment of a withdrawn, broken person who is tired of arguing back. "You know she's sick, that she doesn't want you to see her," Kit responds. Isaiah's voice breaks as he speaks. "I know..."

Sam is drunk, but even if she wasn’t, his eyes alone could get her into bed. “Come on Abella, I love your new, fun life,” Sam comments, grabbing Cian’s hand. He lets her. What is his motive? When he glances back at me, he has a wicked glint in his eye. He’s messing with me. I’ve just let a monster into my home. “Fun life, huh?” Cian comments, looking down at a half naked Sam.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

But now, with Samuel’s appearance, the beliefs he had upheld all this time collapsed like a joke. Teddy sighed. "Kael, this is Samuel, your brother!" "My brother?" ***

Samuel hummed softly. "Do you have siblings?" Kimberly asked. Hearing this, Samuel's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple moved. He immediately understood her probing and calmly replied, "I have a younger brother, two years younger than me." "The one who's unwell?" Kimberly continued. "Hmm, he's often been unwell in the hospital for a while." Kimberly felt relieved upon hearing this. Samuel was the only son of the Garcia family; where would he get a younger brother?

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

A guy walked up to us calling at Davis and he stood up and hugged him. "Sup Sam, you're here?" "I got to you know. All great bachelors in Manhattan are here yunno." He smiled and glanced at me."um, she's..your date..?" "Well,you can say" Davis glanced at me."Helena this is Sam.." "Hey give me the pleasure to introduce myself to this sweetheart dude"Samuel cut in and turned to me, stretching out his palm."am Samuel Waltz..." "Helena Boucher"I said shaking his hand. He gave me a pump and kissed my hand lightly .

Well, I just met him so technically I haven't had that much interaction with him. He was just so gorgeous and manly and hot and perfect that one look at him and I could already feel myself becoming wet. Only that he’s a bit grumpy and strict. He’s the Alpha King after all, he’s got four thrones to rule, and that must be what made him a grumpy lion. I prayed first to the moon goddess before I entered the room of Luna Mercylle. Sandra, one of my co-servants, said that Luna Mercylle is cruel and the worst Luna that has ever lived.

"Do you intend for her to replace your mate, Leah?" "I think the question we should be asking here is, who is your fated mate?" The fifth elder blurted again, his gaze never leaving mine. I recognized him immediately. He was Leah's father, and the only newly elected elder. He was the hot-blooded one amongst the elders. Maybe I'd start with him for my reparations. "Nikolai," he stood from his high exalted chair, as if taunting me. "Who is your fated mate?"