Samuel Johnson Meme Novels & Stories

“Don’t let SJ woo you with his words. He’s a devil.” SJ laughed. “Not more than you, Sammie.”

“It was all Samuel. Your siblings and I were on the verge of getting kicked to the streets, everyone was talking about it. We got a few donations here and there but it wasn't enough. I didn't want to tell Samuel because I didn't want to burden him. When he found out, he was beyond angry that I hadn't told him. He cleared our debts, and even gave me some money. He's a good man, and I can assure you he wants nothing in return, because since those years, he has never asked for anything from me or any of the children. He has done much more for others.” “How does he get all that money though?” “He's a Johnson.” My mother replied, I blinked, confused. “The Johnson's?” Kristina asked, obviously stu

He looked at Joe and said, "Who is he?" This statement made both Joe and Samuel pause for a moment. Samuel clicked his tongue and said, "Your acting skills are quite impressive. It's a pity you're not in the entertainment industry." Joe hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Compton, Mr. Carroway, he might not have been acting." Upon hearing Joe's words, the smile on Samuel's face gradually disappeared. "Did he lose his memory?" Speaking, Samuel shook his head again, "Even with amnesia, it's impossible to remember that you don't remember me. I knew him for a longer time than I knew you."

"Yes. It won't happen again. Because for that you won't be alive. Firstly David and now you. You both are so damn responsible for not being able me to see her face. I won't let you leave this time. Wait!" Samuel jumped on bed while Tyler was on the other side. He grabbed Tyler's collar from back and pulled him on the bed. Sam sat trapping him, on his waist. And grabbed his neck. Samuel and Tyler were like good friends. And every single person in his staff is his buddy. Samuel is a kind-hearted and jolly person. If he is cracking a joke to you, then you should not take it seriously. Sam was not really fighting with him, they were just playing around.

POV JEANNE … "Oh, calm down, Mr. Morgan. It was just a joke between friends," Samuel said as he glanced at me once. Then I saw Leo walking towards us, or rather Samuel. He seemed to be standing face to face with my brother's best friend and they both looked like they were about starting a war. Leo grinned as if mocking Samuel and after a moment he opened his voice. "Do you think your jokes are funny to listen to, Mr. Dawn? I think someone needs to say that he's going to take away your future wife."

Jackson said, sounding serious for once. “Whoa… that’s the longest sentence I’ve ever heard from you, man. Let me guess. Got laid last night?” Samuel joked, laughing. Can’t blame him. Jackson’s usually quiet. Like me, he’s not much of a talker—but he’s worse. When he does speak, though, it’s always something deep or smart.

Samuel chuckled weakly, his laughter laced with a sharp wheeze. “You didn’t stop him either.” “I did,” Fiero said. “When I heard a bone break.” Samuel didn’t argue. Didn’t care. He swayed, half-conscious, his head resting back against the sand as Fiero knelt beside him. Then, slowly, Samuel’s lips parted again. “You know…” he began, voice dry as rust, “everyone keeps calling me the crazy one. A demon. The problem.” Fiero didn’t respond. Samuel tilted his head just enough to catch a glimpse of him in the dark. The moonlight carved his grin into something almost too wide, something that didn’t look entirely human.

"Your dad must have been a goat seller too, right?" "I'm an orphan, Sam." Samuel sighed. Trying to joke around, why did Arianna answer seriously? "Oh, come on, you. Not cool." "Hahaha. Okay, let me try again." "Your dad must have been a goat seller?" "Why?" "So because you're so good at making my heart sway." "Hahahaha." Arianna laughed again. For situations like this, she admitted her husband was indeed very clever in his comebacks. "Do you know, honey?" Samuel continued. "What oil in this world makes you dizzy?"

Ciara blurted out. Samuel was quiet for a second, before he erupted in laughter. At first, Ciara was confused. She could not understand what was so funny that made him laugh, but then again, she hardly even knew Samuel’s laughter to be able to dictate if he was really laughing or just making jest of her. “What is funny?” Ciara asked. “You, Ciara Summers,” Samuel answered. Then he looked down at Ciara with a scowl and said, “Your nerve is topnotch, because I cannot fathom how you are able to stand in front of me with such confidence and make such ridiculous demands.”