Samus Smash Novels & Stories

“De... demon!” Samantha smiled a big toothy smile. “Finally, SOMEONE KNOWS MY NAME!!!” She swiped quickly with her blade, separating his head from his neck and looking on as his body hit the ground. “Aw damnit!” She pouted and looked at me. “I could have used him to find the cells. Ugh!!!”

“Then I shall make sure that you stay dead this time!” “Not today, I’m afraid,” said Sam coldly before he grabbed Jessica’s arm and pulled her roughly to her feet. “I’m just here to retrieve one of our own. Rest assured, we’ll meet again someday, Selina.” “Wait!” But it was too late, as Yuri saw Sam draw out two small black balls from within his pockets which she recognised immediately as smoke bombs which Sam threw on the ground immediately, enveloping the entire area with a thick white smokescreen.

Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sam warned, his grip on my arm becoming painfully tight. That was the most disgusting thing I had ever heard. I'm sure my face showed it. "Let's go, Wruy. I need something to focus on. Twelve will suffice." Samael said, his tone harsh as he maintained his grip on my arm. I heard Wruy stepping back and Sam followed him while holding me close to him. I could tell my boots stepped in liquid and I hoped it was clear water and not blood and stuck my arm out to touch the wet cave side. I quickly pulled it back. That could actually be blood as well.

Dante’s expression barely changed, unimpressed as ever, his voice coming out flat and dry as he replied, “Careful, I can still throw a punch even like this.” Samson let out another low, amused laugh, clearly entertained rather than threatened. And somehow, despite everything, the sound pulled a small reluctant smile out of Jem too. That seemed to interest Samson even more. “So it’s true,” Samson said lightly while slipping one hand into his pocket. “You’re one of the very few people on earth capable of making Dante Williams look remotely human.” “Samson,” Dante warned calmly. “What?” Samson replied innocently. “I’m being polite.”

This was something she knew of as well. "James may never have thought about fighting for the position of the head in his family. He may have thought about coming back to Sea City to develop a long time ago. SN Entertainment was founded by Samson in Country M, and Samson's ultimate goal is to return to Sea City. Both of them coincidentally had the same goal, so it’s no surprise that they are working together." Jasper sat next to Summer as he helped her rub her slightly swollen calf. He felt sorry for her.

I yank down hard on the arm, and he flips onto his back as I release it. Samson I run at my mate at full speed and leap into the air. My fist prepared to make contact, but just as I got close, she dropped and rolled under me. I land sliding to a stop and turn quickly, seeing she is already awaiting my next advance. I throw a punch, and she catches hold of my arm with a strength I didn’t know she possessed in this form. Her fist made contact with my gut, but I could tell she didn’t punch full force. I drive my knee up but feel her foot on it and see her rise above me and flip over my arm, not letting go. I’m in awe as she flies through the air effortlessly. Then I feel her yank down on my arm

” The book read. My hands shook so badly that I dropped the notebook. Sage knew someone who died. Someone named Cameron Morrison and she thought it wasn't suicide. She thought someone was watching her. The burner phone rang. It was an unknown number. I answered with trembling fingers. "Hello?" "Aria Chen?" A man's voice was deep and unfamiliar. "Or should I say Sage Chen? It's hard to keep track of which twin is which these days." He chuckled. Terror shot through me. "Who is this?"

Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…" Then, under the gaze of thousands, the shattered robot’s pieces began to move and reassemble themselves into perfect form, as if nothing had happened.

"Fine. But after I'm done." "Done with what?" She asked, rising up with her hands covered in blood. I took water from the fridge and gulped in to satisfy my dry injured throat. "Let's say I have a party to attend downstairs." As I walked out, Susan called me back. "Please don't kill anyone." She pleaded. "I'm not a killer." I said, smiling. "I'm just a nice guy, attending his dearest brother's party to add a little spice to it."