Samuel L Jackson Novels & Stories

Duncan called after him. “I know,” Jason answered without turning back. “But I can live with that.” I watched him go, then curiously turned to Duncan. “Can I know?” I asked. “You remember who Sam is?” he asked, and I nodded. He was the older man with the silver wolf. “Sam is a real veteran. He was a warrior all his life and was a really good one. But Jason is right. He is getting old.” “Why did you say that he would never forgive Jason?”

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.

And he looked outside to see all of his soldiers outside were also on the ground. "Looks like it's just you and me now." Jackson says stalking towards Samuel. "You got your brother back and you didn't sign the deed. What else do you want?" Samuel asked backing away from Jackson. "Well, I was planning on leaving it like that. But then you mentioned how delicious my mate must taste. You really shouldn't have said that." Jackson says. "It was just a joke. I was never going to do anything to her. I never hurt women." Samuel pleaded. But we all knew that wasn't true. He was willing to hurt anyone to get what he wanted. He was pathetic like that. He was a complete waste of space.

Samantha and I stuck around for a moment. "Oh but where's the fun in that?" She said. "Ya'll don't want to fuck, I don't want to show mercy," she said with a smirk. "You're ruthless," I said shaking my head. We made our way to the next aisle. I stopped in my tracks when I spotted Jackson...and his ex, Farell. "Who is tha..." Samantha trailed off when she looked up at me. "It's...uh, good to see you, Luc," Farell said smiling at Jackson.

“Well, you aren’t old enough to shift yet and you are not old enough to meet your mate, so to me you are still a little man, ha-ha.” Sammy or Samuel is Elizabeth and Erin younger brother, and he is always getting into some sort of trouble and just like his dad and John were at that age. They were the troublemakers of the pack and now they get to experience all the headaches they put Jaxson’s parents through. And that makes Jaxson wish he would have been easier on his parents. Sometimes he worries that Sam will get into some sort of trouble that he will not be able to help him out of. “Samuel! Leave your sister alone and get back to your training group.”

There is tall, blond and lanky Claude, who can jump like a mountain goat yet somehow stumbles over every pebble in his path. Or sometimes even when there’s nothing but air in his way. There’s Raphael, who’s dark, deep-voiced, and stocky. Though still a teen, he’s often mistaken for a man much older, and he uses that to his advantage. He is the least capable jumper, but his balance and upper body strength are without equal. Samuel, the jokester of the group. He uses his sense of humor as a defense mechanism to hide his sensitive soul. He has been through a lot in his short seventeen years, more than any other boy Jackson have worked with, but yet, they would never know it until something bre

“This is huge…” “It is,” I confirmed. He squinted his eyes. “What do you want in return?” I blew out a breath. “You haven't found who killed Butler, right?” He gave me a tight smile. “The guy's name is Samuel Jacobson. A drug addict. He claims that someone gave him a pill that gave him such a high that he wasn't aware he stabbed someone.” “I suspected something like this,” I muttered before drawing a deep breath. “But that's no longer important. Now I need something else…”

I, Selena and Emerald moved on the beats of music’s laughing like crazy on each other funny dance steps. Some people looked at us as if we are weirdos. Not that we are not weird. Hey! But weirdos have more fun! Selena and I continued to dance till a hand on my ass forced me to turn. I looked in a pair of warm honey hazel eyes to pink lips. Who is this handsome?! "Hey, I am Jackson and you are?" The hot stranger asked as he pulled me closer by my waist. He smells of woods and musk with a hint of wine. He is so tall and I had to jerk my head to look at him.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“Get back to work!” With and ashen face Dexter joking said “ it’s your family I though you’d like to know what was happening and besides it’s in the paper. The coworkers took picture of your law walk of shame. Wanna see? She didn’t put her shoes or bra on, she’s walking out with them in her hand. Uhh this man is a little cute I wouldn’t mind giving him a ride around the world. I wonder what she’s going to tell her husband? Are you sure you don’t want to go pick up that hair brush you left there?”