Samurai Books Fiction Novels & Stories

so here we saw a change. They talked... they hide their feelings... but there is some progress.. isn't it? Share your thoughts, and do add my new book SAMSON- MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST... 17 chapter are free.. to read... I promise you will see the pain in their love story too... he is insomniac and she came as his therapist...

He watched him shit forms to a human and then smile at him. "I have an idea, why don't we make this a fair fight?" Jones Vones said to him. Damian did not want to agree to anything but he listened. "Since I'm still new to the whole Werewolf thing, I suggest we fight as humans. That'll be pretty good, don't you think. It'll be a fair fight" Jones smiled as he licked his lips and tried to crack his hand bones.

Usually, she would discuss books—or anything—with her mother, which was no longer possible. "What's the title?" As he sipped the tea that Ruby had also made, Ed inquired. It was warm and perfectly fragrant. "Taiko. It's a Japanese novel about Oda Nobunaga and Ieyasu. Have you heard of them? They're real historical figures, but the novel tells the story from the perspective of their servant, making it more interesting. I love the details. The wars and strategies," Ruby explained. Ed listened with an amused feeling inside, chuckling at Ruby's earlier claim of 'not really liking to read.'

"And why haven't you used it to get you some food?” “W-well… because… I'm not a guy,”I stuttered, blinking. Not a guy? That was some fucked up excuse. "So… the book is sexist?" Stan asked and I gave him an unusre nod. He bought it anyway. “Oh, alright." His face beamed with a smile as he grabbed the book from me and moved out of the line. I quickly slipped in before the space could close up. “Thank you, Stan," I said, grinning.

Samantha stated as Karisa was nodding at her. “Take your time, Sam. You know I will be here,” Karisa replied, looking at the book that her brother Sebastian used to read whenever he had the time for himself. The title was A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. Samantha never knew that Karisa was a Vernian. Huh, interesting indeed, Samantha mused as she smiled, remembering her reclusive brother who was probably busy with his duties as the doctor of the pack as well as an official of the Shadow Pack. Samantha blinked her eyes when she remembered the information that Karisa told her earlier.

His books were mostly nonfiction and finance books. As Sierra heard the water in the shower, it was a signal for her that Alek was already inside and waiting for her. Every inch of her skin was filled with excitement. The butterflies on her stomach couldn't stay still. But as she was ready to take off her clothes, there was something that caught her attention. In his sea of books, there was something different. It has a fantasy-like cover. The vintage appearance made it blend in among the rest. Yet, the vines on the corner were unusual. There was no discoloration on the edges though it seemed old. Something new pretending to be old.

“A long time ago, I guess?” “True. But there are those that are different from us.” “In what way they are different?” “Most of them are created with sorcery.” “I didn’t know that.” “Well, now, you do.” “I want a samurai story.” “I have one.”

I want to ask something genuinely, so please answer it. There is nothing serious, it is my frequent madness, nothing more. 🙈🤣 What about a teaser of this book. I was planning to make a teaser, but I am puzzled. And finally, I made a teaser.. But forget to upload. I am going to upload it. Okay, I need to ask you one thing. Can you imagine Samaira in this book going to temple daily and giving prasad to everyone with a happy face. She is even making kheer to everyone and uncountable poojas. Can you imagine or not?

I pressed a button and a moment later there was a knock on the door. "Come in." "Why, Sir?" Samantha asked and closed the door. "Get me some clothes. I'm soaked with sweat." I ordered and lifted my already wet clothes. "Sure, Sir." She frantically looked for something for me to wear. I looked at her body. Samantha was still very young and had very smooth skin. I noticed that she was always wearing a skirt like she was today. I don't know why I let her wear what she wanted but maybe because deep inside... i enjoyed watching over it. It's bad, yes since I have a wife and she's actually so young for a 45 man like me.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.