Samurai House Novels & Stories

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

The walk into the village would have been a quiet one if the villagers were not abandoning their homes to follow them. It was a small village, probably consisting of five or six households. Compared to Ame, these people were lanky and could need proper nutrition. "We are here," Ejima's captor said when they came before the biggest building in the little village. Trees and leaves grew out of its body, either for fashion or for support, Ejima could not say. At each edge of the building, white stones were used to create creatures of different shapes and sizes. It was a written language, one which Ejima could not decipher. The aura about the building also portrayed the authority and the power it

Kenzo Harusame laughed abruptly and said, “You don’t have to provoke me. Now that I’m here, there's no way for me to go home empty-handed.” As soon as he said that, Kenzo leaped down from the top of the deck. He then jumped into one of the speedboats below. “Samurai of the Harusame family! Listen to my order! All of you! Let’s kill all the enemies and set Holy Tiger free!” “Yes!”

As Samson looked at it, he was once again reminded of how much it resembled a traditional Japanese home with its paper screen doors, black-tiled roof and wooden walls and flooring. As Samson went to go inside something caught his eye. A child swinging her legs as she fumbled with a rubik’s cube. Samson quietly kneeled next to her, asking for the cube before showing her how to solve it. As he did, a glow developed on her face as the process allowed the colors to match. After finishing it Samson handed it back, receiving the tiniest bear hug possible. With a nod he held her before getting up and walking to Lola at the door.

Being the greedy creature it was, the Hip Samurai Vampire set its sights on the fattest of the puffballs and screeched in delight as it dropped its altitude drastically towards its prey. Alarmed but unable to evacuate the danger zone quickly enough, the puffballs hopped into each other in a stampede of uncoordinated rolling fungi. Zen felt pity for these clumsy monsters but remained hidden. It wasn’t time to emerge yet. “Skree!” As the sunglasses samurai monster spread its jagged-edged veil to slow its descent and sink those sharp wings into the tender zombie flesh, Zen aimed his dagger at the exposed underside beneath the veil and threw it with every intent to kill it with one strike.

Even Samuel doesn’t live with his parents anymore, not because his parents live far away, but Samuel Wijaya can buy a house for himself. The house he lives in is quite large and has two floors in an area that is quite elite as well. The distance from my apartment to Samuel’s house is quite far. Of course, it doesn’t matter to him to visit my apartment because he drives a car and, of course, the result of his hard work over the last few years.

” She asked. Samuel entered inside the house with his tall figure emitting an aura of danger, he didn’t need her to invite him in, his patience had already run out and he was tired of Camila’s continuous harassment. With a cold and emotionless voice he asked” who bought you this house? “he was giving her a dark look. Camila avoided his stare. Really, she wondered what was the big deal with the house. All the same she couldn’t handle his accusing stare. “It’s none of your business” Camila replied defiantly.

she asked, confused. "Yea, you know the guy that owns the house. Tall, grumpy, and grows fur when you make him mad. Anyway, they should be back soon. I'll be downstairs if you need anything at all." "Okay, but who are you?" Oshey asked. "I'm Samantha; you can call me Sam though." "I'm Oshey." The young blonde said with hesitation. "You don't sound too sure of that." Sam urged. "No, I am. I'm just not so sure of this place." Oshey nodded to the foyer and front room.

When he saw that there was a smallabandoned house and scented Samarah's unique scent, he became more certain. Without hesitation, he rushed towards the house and kicked the door open. He heard a loud bang from upstairs and some of its bricks had been damaged. His eyes shrank, and he hurriedly went upstairs, only to find Samarah singlehandedly beating the wolf who was now trembling on the ground, groaning as it was covered with blood. There were four corpses lying on the ground too. It was filled with blood and the whole room had been messed up.

Through a hidden earpiece that she was wearing, Vulcan was able to communicate with her and hear every conversation that she would have. Two hours of driving and they were getting close to their destination. "Alright Sam. Grave's house is just up the road about a mile. Try to act like you are lost and confused." "Ok. Wish me luck, guys. Almost everything good in my life is in that house." Samantha said a silent prayer that everything would work in their favor as she pulled into the hideout's driveway. "That was easy. Camera's everywhere."Sam knew that Vulcan cold hear her, but she was afraid that the security feed would show her lips moving and so she made a point to look down at her phone a