Samuel L Jackson Novels & Stories

Samuel greeted him. "Samuel, you look even more handsome and intimidating after a few months of not having seen you! By the way, did the Black Army at the entrance try to stop you when you entered just now?" Miller asked doubtfully. "How could the Black Army do anything? I control them." Samuel looked arrogant. "Samuel, only you could do it!" Miller's eyes lit up at once. The savior of the Jackel family had arrived! "You're amazing, General Taylor!" The Jackel family members shouted excitedly.

Alaria: The halls echoed with Jackson’s words, sharp and heavy, as if the walls themselves knew what they meant. We found him. But the fear in his tone was what got me. The way he looked at Liam, the way he eyed me as if he knew that I would be the one person to hold everything in place. “What do you mean you found him?” Liam asked, but Jackson did not reply. He was just quiet, and that was all the response that we needed.

August brought Samuel's twenty-seventh birthday. Riley had been planning something special for weeks. Not a big party, Samuel hated those. But something meaningful that acknowledged how far he'd come. She'd reached out to his former coaches, teammates from over the years, even a few competitors he'd become friends with. Asked each of them to record a short video message. The videos arrived throughout July. Coach Grant from Vineyard Pack talking about Samuel's dedication. Marcus Chen, the actor who'd played Samuel in the TV show, sending congratulations. Former Olympic teammates sharing memories.

And then I saw his face go absolutely white, all color draining away as two men stepped out. "Samuel," Lake breathed, and the name came out like a curse. "That's Samuel. My father." My heart started pounding. Samuel Sanders—the man who'd terrorized Lake and Ollie, who'd sold his own child to pay gambling debts, who'd tracked them down and demanded fifteen million dollars. The man Ramon and his brothers had been trying to find. And he was here. Right here, in Elena's gardens. The second man I didn't recognize—older, rough-looking, with dead eyes that made my skin crawl. But Lake clearly knew him too.

He said to Dillion, who immediately looked back to the trunk and loaded our bags. “Jensen Daniels, you apologize to him now. He was just joking and I feel like I am carrying twins.” I scolded him. A smile crept across his face as he turned back to Dillion. “Sorry Dillion, just remember who you are talking to from now on.” I looked at him in shock but before I could say anything else he started laughing and hit Dillion on the back. “I’m just joking with you, as long as she doesn’t come to me crying about something you said.” Dillion smiled back at him.

He looked to be around my brother’s age—tall, with sharp hazel eyes. “You’re human?” he asked, surprised after sniffing the air. “How is she your daughter?” he questioned my father. “Her mother was human,” my father answered calmly, as if he had already accepted our fate. “I see.” The man nodded. “Nice to meet you, Serena. I’m Lieutenant Daniel.” I frowned, confused by his politeness. Why was he treating me differently? “Untie them,” I requested. “I will—if you agree to come with me to my kingdom.”

I'd made the decision to stay working in the morgue. Despite being 20 hours ahead of where he was living, Jason was the only person to get in touch with me during those days when I was settling into a new country. Jason Bak was one of Samuel Jin's closest friends, and I'm very sure I only wanted to hear about Sam hence I welcomed him into my life. He used to flirt with any girl, which made me dislike him back in high school, and I still believe he's a hopeless romantic now. Yet we've come this close, but we're still apart.

The next morning, Jennifer sat at her dressing table with her laptop open in front of her. Her hair was loosely tied, and her eyes were fixed on the screen. Her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, typing in the search bar: “Samuel Wilson, Personal Profile.” A few seconds later, a list of results appeared. Jennifer scrolled slowly until her eyes stopped on a local article showing a photo of Samuel with a small boy. The name beneath the photo made her smile faintly. “Samuel Wilson with his son, Reno Barra Castillo.”

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Sammy says as she approached my desk. I'm trying to push back the vision of bending her over my desk, rolling up that skirt and slapping that tight ass of hers. "Uh...It's fine. Samantha Gale. This is Alpha Jackson of Red Rock." I introduce her, slightly rising from my chair. Luke stands up. "Samantha." He flashes her a smile. "Please, call me Sammy." She smiles back. "Sammy....That's cute." He grins. I clear my throat. Luke looks over at me as I shoot him a look.