Samurai House Novels & Stories

He motioned them to stay where they were and walked inside the palatial bungalow. "Arre, come beta Samar, come," Samar heard Lalaji say as soon as he entered the rich living room of the house. "Lalaji," Samar murmured with his palm on his heart. Looking around at the gathering in the room, he barely concealed a grimace. God, this circus is going on here today? Had he known, he would have come another day. Or maybe not. His eyes found Maahi, who was sitting beside the sacrificial lamb they'd selected for the psycho.

"If that person is Samuel, then there will definitely be no one guarding his house. This is a good opportunity for us." "Humph, if he is Samuel, this move will be more obvious. We can attack from all directions, and it will be better to take his family members." "Listen to my order. The right-line elite army, capture the bamboo house immediately." Woo!!! The horn sounded, and the elite troops near the bamboo house sped up to the bamboo house. After they surrounded it, they looked at the door and were about to rush in. But just as they were about to enter the room, a huge strange force suddenly came out of the room.

CHAPTER NINETEEN By the time Sia got back home, trickles of sweat had washed down her back soaking the lower part of her hoodie.She was pressed in the door code and opened the door and stepped into the house, much to her surprise, Samantha was sprawled on the chair in the seating room watching TV. She had heard the door lock being pressed in so she had turned to take a glance at who it was. A look of surprise flashed through her face and Sia remembered that she had gotten punched earlier at the ring. While thinking of lies to tell her, Samantha had already stood up and walked to the kitchen bringing back the First Aid box with her.

With the moon and stars twinkling above them like tiny gems, Max and co drove down the winding road. The Argent mansion was now a distant memory, a fading silhouette against the dark sky. Simon and Samantha's house was located on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, nestled among the trees. It was a cozy and welcoming cottage-style house, with a well-maintained garden in front of it, decorated with a variety of vibrant flowers that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

I pull out slow, stand, fix my sweatpants. She opens her eyes. Pure black. Then they fade back to blue. She smiles with Samantha’s mouth. Three bodies now. And the house is still asleep. Perfect.