Novel & Cerita The Extraordinary Life Of Sam Hell: A Novel

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********

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Then I handed them to him. “Nothing. Just a document that needs your signature.” Sam was clearly in a rush. He didn’t even glance at the papers before grabbing a pen and signing his name. “Hazel, I gotta run. Be good and wait for me at home, alright?” Then he vanished out the front door. I stared at the door he’d just walked out of. My throat was tight, as if it were stuffed full of cotton, painful and suffocating all at once. I pulled out my phone, turned off the screen reader mode I’d been using for months, and logged into WhatsApp. I hadn’t opened in half a year.

(Sammy) I failed to see why my life suddenly took a U-turn to the worst. A few days ago I had a peaceful life where I didn't have to care about anyone, but now I was doomed for eternity. Sitting in a luxurious office with old furniture which looked too old to be in such a modern time but with these expensive private schools, such hierarchy was expected. The smell of old sandalwood mixed with lavender and an old strawberry scent lingered in the air, especially the leather couch I was sitting in, which was the only modern thing I could see.

Sam began humming As Time Goes By. “Sam, you're not Humphrey Bogart. And this is Hell, not Casablanca.” But I'm the hard-boiled antihero. Sam Spade, at your service. You're the office wench- “I'll be your wench!” I flipped his stupid chair. The Reaper roared as he tumbled into the water. My margarita, you louse! The birds landed on the inflatable, cheeping in irritation. The pile of bones sunk regretfully.

Sam came up in the information area, asked about Zachary Gonzales, and they pointed at the last hospital bed. Sam ran, looking at the closed curtains, and puffed her cheeks. She doesn’t have the right to open it unless the doctors were done reviving him. The blood trickling down on a stretcher earlier came from Zach. She covered her mouth. Her lips trembled, and it sent chills down her spine. Sam took a step back, shaking her head repeatedly, and thought of the words coming out of her lips back then. “Let’s live like this forever.” “Yes. It’s the first time I bought a house, and it has become special with you.”

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

They were sentenced to ten years in prison, and their business went bust. Our mother was a headstrong woman. When she was told of her punishment, the woman blacked out. Her mind was never the same since then. … After the Landtons took Melanie back, she was trapped in a villa on the outskirts. Three months of torture later, the demon named Jonathan ended her life. The Landtons told everyone she died of illness and buried her somewhere haphazardly. The body was found by a janitor who cleaned the place every month. The whole villa was covered in a foul stench, but Jonathan carried on with his life like the smell did not exist. It was something straight out of a horror movie.

"Yes, I don't have the habit of being affectionate with random people, unless we're really close like family." Someone like Jack, for example. Being affectionate with him came naturally to her. Sam quickly waved his hand. "Then forget it. Mr. Cooper is fine." It was better than being like family to her… Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something. Sam reached into his bag and pulled out a book. However, Miranda gasped before he could say anything, "You bought it?" Indeed, the book in Sam's hand was the limited edition copy she hadn't finished reading at the private bookstore on West Street!

He added in a dry laugh. "Why?" She asked. He was becoming more interesting by the second. "It taught me a lot of things that helped me pull up such a tech empire. I deal with a lot of disloyal and greedy people. If I had not the mind of street life,I would have been manipulated countless of times,swindled off my own sweat and perhaps even locked up behind bars." He explained. There was one question lingering on Kylie's lips and she was afraid to ask it knowing that it might be true and if it was,what would she do? How would she look at him again?