Samuri House Novels & Stories

I'm not sure why, but I'm relieved that I can go somewhere else other than the four corners of this mansion. Meanwhile, in the private condominium of Cromwell. "Hunter, I'm done cooking, my son; let's go eat," Samantha's mother said as she placed the cooked fried fish on the table. She took a moment to prepare the food they were going to eat when she noticed that the child was still not answering,

so just for a change. Sam: Are you going to tell me the truth or not???? Tiya: Are you coming to home with me or not??? Mom has prepared your favourite rosted chicken 🐔 (Sam loves to eat at Tiya's place as her mother is very good cook and he felt warmth in their sweet little house) Sam gritted his teeth and followed Tiya to her house in his newly purchased Royal Race car along with his two body guards. Tiya opened the door and went straight way to her room while Sam quietly went to the kitchen and gave a hug to Mrs. Aka (Tiya's mother) from back with a gloomy face.

SAMIEN'S POV I stood by the entrance to my father's house, tears welled in my eyes. I struggled hard to keep them from trickling down my face, but to no avail. “Miss Samien!!” The guards exclaimed in loud voices, their faces plastered with shock. “Welcome back. Your father has been so worried about you, ma'am.” I nodded in response, too shaken to speak. The maids rushed out quickly, greeted me and then took my bag from me.

How was she going to cope alone in the house? "Tomorrow? How about me?" she asked. Samar raised a brow. "what about you?" he asked. "just stay indoors and make sure to lock the doors. I have leftovers know the kitchen, help yourself." "leftovers? Yuck! I don't eat leftovers," she shrieked. "Suit yourself then, be prepared to starve," Samar gave a lopsided smile and started walking towards the exit of the room. "Please be back soon." Sam heard herself say, just before Samar could leave the room.

"Yet... you look tired mija, tell me what's going on." Her mother could always read her like an open book. "It was... complicated, Mamá." "I bet it's that old boyfriend of yours! Jason?" "How did you know? Also, he's not a boy," Samantha said with a bitter laugh. "He's a force of nature. He just... he gave me a house tonight. In front of everyone. On live television." Elvira's eyebrows rose slightly. "A house?" "I know, it's madness isn't it? It's worth more money than we've seen in our entire lives combined."

He’d left the Ivory Elf Village for a reason, and I didn’t think it was my right to push for answers that had nothing to do with me. Samson’s wooden hut was small, but had everything one person could possibly need, all in one open space. He said he didn’t get visitors, so there was no need to have individual rooms, other than the mudroom and bathroom. It had a homely feel, especially with the fireplace roaring.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” “That’s because I didn’t tell you. Samara Clarkson, but I prefer Sammie or Sam, your choice.” “I’m Blair Kits…. Blair Everwood.” She cocks an eyebrow at me but doesn’t question it. “Well Blair Everwood. Welcome to my home.” Sammie shows me around the large farmhouse. Offering me a bedroom for the night. When I shake my head. She promises me that I will be fine. I hold the drip bags up and she smiles at me. “They are not what you think they are Blair, you can take it out your arm.”

Isabelle agreed with a sigh. She didn’t know how she’d go about handling her mom’s arrival but she would figure it out. ************************************** Sammy pulled in at the fancy gate of a mansion in one of the fanciest neighbourhoods in LA. He punched in the code at the gate and it slid open. “Welcome to Havana, my brother. Here, all your relaxation fantasies will be fulfilled,” Sammy said with a mysterious smile on his face. “Where are we, Sammy? Whose house is this?” Josh asked as they drove into the large compound.

It wasn't a complete lie, but also a way to avoid a topic she herself didn't know how to answer. "Yes, Miss. We always keep Mr. Sam's room clean. We never forget to take care of everything in there." Beatrice frowned. "Miss... do you not know how special this place is to Mr. Sam?" She gave a slight nod. "Ah, then the news must be really valid. Thank God and Mr. Hugo for letting us all know!" Hans folded his hands on his chest. His eyes closed as if he was praying. His face clearly showed his relief. "This is the house where Mr. Sam used to live with his parents. There are many sweet memories we can still remember about the Great Master, the Lady, and Mr. Sam. Over there," Hans pointed to a p

she said sweetly. He waved it off. "It's nothing, any friend of Leah is a friend of mine." Oh, so Leah was her name? Samantha thought, a subtle smirk on her face. "We are almost there, I'm sure you must be exhausted." Samantha nodded wordlessly, reaching for her bag on the floor. A few minutes later, they stopped in front of the massive house. "Wait, I think I've seen this place before," Gary said, staring at the house in wonder. "Are you sure this is your house? I know the people who stay here, this is the Beckers' home."