Samuri House Novels & Stories

she heard Samantha say. Standing, she took her husband's hand as Kara led Sam into the room. "Hi," Sam said, smiling widely as she stepped in. "I love your house," she said. "Thank you!" Kelly said, smiling warmly. "Can I get you a drink?" Duncan asked. "No thank you," she said, smiling sweetly.

I murmured, watching the world blur past the window. --- The safe house was beautiful to be honest, not as grand as Gerrard's mansion, but in a cozy way; light-filled, quiet, tucked behind trees and stone. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, and there was a small garden in the back that looked like it had been waiting for someone to come home. Sammie didn’t hover. He gave me food, space, comfort. No questions. No expectations. But that night, he knocked. “Can I come in?”

Samantha leaned over to Ethan and asked, "Why are we even touring this house?" "I'll tell you later," said Ethan. The next part of the mansion where Ethan took her was the pool. It had both an adult pool and a kiddie pool, making Samantha become envious of the home. "Whose house is this, Ethan? I want to buy this." With a sneer, she said, "One day." As they went from one part of the house to another, Samantha made compliments left and right. He took her to the master bedroom and utterly loved the European King bed!

"Hello Moni." Samanath says with a smile.. "Well thank you, Samantha. Nice to meet you again." She offers to shake her hand and he accepts. Moni then points to the home and asks, "This is the Damon place?" "Yea. Let me take you inside." She turns to the dog standing next to her, "Go play Shadow." The dog bounds off across the yard in search of mischief.

"If you ever visit America, I'll introduce you." Our deployment was ending, and we were returning to our military base in Florida. The closer the day got, the more anxious Samuel became. We were at the bar. I hadn't been there in days. Since I was leaving, I hung out with Samuel well past midnight. He had a few women give me a proper farewell. Then, he wanted to show me his home. It's near the beach, and a short hike through the rainforest takes you there. His home is excellent. It's a mansion with marble floors and a massive pool on a cliff overlooking the city.

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

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.

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.

It was situated behind one of his families shops, away from the main road. House was the wrong word; the place was a mansion. Giant pillars holding up the front porch gave the house a Greek temple vibe. It seemed like a king should live there. As they followed Kiaan around the back into the kitchen, a beautifully vibrant aroma filled his nose. "We aren't interrupting dinner are we?" Sammy whispered, suddenly feeling out of place. He didn't want to be a bother. "Have you boys eaten?" A woman asked, placing a hand on his back.

He may have noticed it, and hastily restrained his talented face. Because he was tired, he went back to the room of the official residence to rest first. The room he arranged for her was right next to him, and he personally guided her. Samson's official residence is a Chinese-style building, and a few lush trees are planted in the atrium to cover the sky. The warm winter sun just shone down, leaving behind a mottled fragmentary shadow. After crossing the veranda, he went to his room first, "I live here, you can come to me anytime if you have any business."