Samuel Ibrahim Novels & Stories

Samuel had a deadline of less than 48 hours to make sure Emile's face doesn't see the light of day. Six months ago from the current time-line, Samuel finished his studies at Flemond University. He worked part time at Galaxy Tech Lane, the company which Warren owned previously. However, a certain incident occurred and Samuel was forced to attend work less frequently. He was training to be a sniper, while also learning the art of cultivation. What drove him to do that was so strong, that Samuel didn't think twice about going down the dark path. Then three months ago, he vanished entirely from the face of the earth, until he finally resurfaced with the assassination plot of a certain royal of t

“What’s already happened won’t change just because you’re being stubborn.” “…” Samuel was a genius from birth, no, a prodigy. Unlike me who barely maintains my grades with memories and tricks from my past life, Samuel was brilliant enough to understand a hundred things after learning one, and often showed astonishing insight that left even adults speechless. Perhaps because of that, there was a period when he couldn’t mingle with kids his own age and isolated himself, but now he’s developed quite a bit of sociability and gets along well with friends his age.

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

freedom. Before I can get control of him, Samson takes over and goes racing to find his mate.

He is also 6 feet tall but has a more solid build with caramel colored skin and is handsome. “Oga you dey house and I no know. Which kind brother you be. (Sir, you are at home, and I did not know. What kind of brother are you)” I say in Pidgin English. Ibrahim lives in London, that’s why I am shocked he is back home in Nigeria. “Aunt must I dey tell you everything. (Sister, must I tell you everything.)” he replies using the same patois. “Yes naw, you must dey tell me. (Yes, you have to tell me.)”

We're sharing sex stories and being guys when I hear, "Good evening, Private Lowry." Glancing back, I beheld a very dapper Samuel. Twisting my face at my boys, I merely turn my head, saying, "Hey, Samuel." I introduce my comrades, and Samuel asks, "May I join you, fellas?" Samuel looks very wealthy and has fascinating stories to tell. After seeing him for weeks, we bonded. He became my Brazilian father and mentor. Samuel's women's game was wild. He was attracting women from ages 21 to 80. Young or old, no matter their race or creed, they wanted to be around Samuel.

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

Samuel gave the order to the guards to send them off the premises. Samantha was dejected and there was nothing else she could do. Feeling waves of disappointment in her heart, she turned around and said to Adrian, “Let’s go.” She was not expecting Adrian to stop her from leaving. “Where are we going? Mandy isn’t even here yet,” said Adrian. Samantha stopped in her footsteps. Samuel was furious upon hearing this name. “How dare you address the president in such a casual manner, you deadbeat?! The president is a rich, influential person in Swallowston. Watch it. I’ll break your legs if you shamelessly boast like that again.”