Samuri House Novels & Stories

My lady. Samaira's POV : Ohhh god..... How can I just sleep like this? Well actually I am hell tired right now. At first Advay got out of the car and fastly moved towards my side. He opened the car door and offered me his hands. I took his hand and he helped me to exit the car. Everyone has reached here. i looked up and saw his house. Well he has a very big bungalow, my house was also big but not this much. I saw a lady was standing there at the entrance with Shalini beside her as she was holding a plate to welcome us.

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

She didn't remember ever feeling scared to knock on the door of her own house but her hands moved on their own and she knocked. A minute and twenty seconds later, Samantha opened the door beaming with a smile. “Welcome home,” she said and Sia couldn't help but pull her lips apart in a small smile. ‘Your excitement today is unmatched” She replied stepping into the house. “Yes. Of course. Because I want you to meet someone” Samantha replied and Sia froze. For a brief moment, she had forgotten why she took the stairs but it was already too late, she was already standing in the seating room and the two men seated at the dining table rose to their feet.

The car they were riding in came to a stop. Then the gate automatically opened, and it proceeded to enter the luxurious premises. Samantha was amazed by the immense size of the house. Wait, is it even appropriate to call it a house? She thought. For her, it looked more like a palace. The architecture was beautiful, and it's evident that the owner was wealthy. She furrowed her brow. Doesn't being a slave mean being a servant... a maid? That would mean Samantha would be tasked with cleaning this huge house.

Darian mumbled as he breathed in the air. 'This is my house, not yours,' I reminded him. He ignored my remark as he started walking up to my front door. 'You can go home you know...' "Oh I know," he waved me off before disappearing inside. I rolled my eyes, which I seem to be doing a lot, and opened up the trunk, pulling out Samantha's suitcase. Samantha took it from me and sent me a 'thank you'. We both walked up my porch and entered through the black door. Samantha's eyes scanned the modern interior. "Nice house," she commented in awe, "I like the color scheme."

Brown already seemed aware of Samantha's intentions, firmly holding Agatha in place. Observing the perplexed expressions of those who had noticed the unfolding commotion, Mr. Brown recognized the need to intervene and provide a plausible explanation for Samantha's departure. Samantha ascended to the library of their house, where she was to meet Takumi just before the clock struck 11 PM. Upon entering, she observed the ritual circle meticulously prepared by Takumi and Rener.

” 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.

Wrick had offered to let her use Unce Roy’s credit but she had refused. It was all worth it in the end. She had been thrilled when she got it. It was the only moment she felt alive in the past two years. Sia opened the latch of the door and ushered Sam in. He flopped immediately on the wooden chair and stretched as if he was very tired. Sia smiled as she got a glass of water for him which he accepted with a dazzling smile blinding her for a minute. She excused herself and went to the bedroom. She hopped into the bathroom for a short bath. The fact she loved about this house was that it had a solar geyser. She turned on the lever and hot water cascaded on her from the bamboo shower-head.

I turned to look at Ethan, who was smiling placidly at both of us. “That’s right!” I said. “I was thinking we could go to Samurai Sizzle, the teppanyaki place? You know, where they cook the food in front of you? I think they even chop up watermelons with a samurai sword sometimes.” “It’s called a katana,” Ethan signed. His eyes were sparkling. “The samurai sword. And they do pineapples too. It’s a whole samurai fruit salad.” Emma giggled and I laughed out loud. There was just something funny about a samurai fruit salad.

Camille said. " This is my house Camille and those little games of yours I won't entertain them here. As for your room, just go straight to the third door , there, you'll find yourself a room. I'm sure you can help yourself Camille. You don't have a maid here. If you don't like it, the door is wide opened, you can leave," Samantha said and walked into the kitchen. All the while Carmen stood by the hallway. With Samantha gone into the kitchen, she walked over to go help.