Novel & Cerita The Extraordinary Life Of Sam Hell

Shandra leans her body more to the side imperceptibly, ready to hear Julian's account, who interlaces the fingers of his own hands and begins to stare at a fixed point in the shed. "Sam isn't just the exiled prince of the hell realm. I mean, that seems like enough on its own, doesn't it?" The girl says nothing. The redhead sighed. "Sam is one of the craziest guys I've ever met. He doesn't seem to care much for Order and the Law. He just does what he thinks is right, no matter who's in the way or if anyone besides him will suffer the consequences."

Colter supplied. "Correct." Samuel's gaze went back into space as he recounted his life on Earth. "Humans, they're just like us, except they're not gifted with powers. No mark and they can't fly. They're just that: ordinary." Samuel gave a bitter laugh and said, "I guess, I'm human now." Colter could not fathom how someone could live as an ordinary being. All his life, he'd been gifted with special abilities. The thought of living without it seemed surreal.

Sam’s hand tensed against my back as Lucifer continued, his words filled with bitterness. “I hate everything about my life. But when I get to escape—like to my dear brother's wedding or visiting another realm—it’s like a fucking gift. This is my escape. And Elyse… she’s my piece of heaven in this hell. My anger melted away. “I know that feeling,” Sam said softly. “When I was with Guirita… I wanted to slit my own throat. But with you, flower, I felt alive again. Like my life had colour again.“

"I LOST MY MOTHER.... KILLED BY A PSYCHO SCIENTIST! HE KIDNAPS MY SISTER AND MY FATHER . I GOT SOME IDIOTIC TIME-TRAVEL POWERS! I GOT SOME WEIRD DREAM-REALITY TRAVEL POWER! I GET BETRAYED BY A FRIEND! I GET BACK MY FATHER AND SISTER AND NOW I HEAR THAT I AM GOING TO LOSE THEM AGAIN! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A REAL LIFE OLIVER! WHAT WILL YOU KNOW ABOUT HOW I AM FEELING?!, shouted Sam and immediately regretted, putting his hand on his mouth. Oliver narrowed his eyes and said,"What was that?!" "Nothing! I am sorry!",said Sam backing "SAM! WHAT DID YOU MEAN THAT I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A REAL LIFE!?",snapped Oliver. "Nothing Oliver!",lied Sam This time Oliver's eyes searched Sam, hunting for answers. "Te

"I've not heard of this famous company.." "I doubt you watch TV," Sam said and giggled. "Davis Hurley.. Got a picture of him?" "Yea.. I took one with me yesterday," Sam said and brought out his phone from his jacket pocket and showed me the picture. "Is this him?" I asked with my eyes wide and he nodded. This is the green eyed guy. I knew he was just not an ordinary guy. He's been lying to Helena all this while. The fool thought he was an ordinary citizen. I got to tell her this.

I let out a long breath. After six lives, it was the first time I felt truly alive. Samuel leaned against the car, tilting his chin at me. “So? Still not willing to give me a chance? I’ve liked you since high school. That hasn’t changed.” I smiled and shook my head. “This time, I just want to live for myself.” I sold off all my shares, keeping only a house to live in. Then I left the country and began a life on the road. I hiked through Valmere, went skydiving in Asterra, dove in Norevia, and watched the aurora bloom in shades of pink and violet over Eryndor.

Helios spits out the sand and stares daggers at Samuel. “This better be good boy,” Helios sneers. Samuel huffs and puffs, bending over with his hands splayed on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “He…he’s dead..” I frown. “Who’s dead? Who’s dead Samuel?” It seems like forever before he can catch his breath. But when he does, his answer sends a deathly chill down my spine. “Clyde…” *****

"How did you meet him?" "I guess my exceptional abilities caught his attention," Sam said while solemnly adjusting his glasses. "Bullshit." Colene rolled her eyes. She was uncertain if she should believe him. Back in high school, Sam had received numerous awards and was the teachers' favorite. Sam came from a humble background. His mother had passed away when he was in the 11th grade, and his father had health issues. He managed his expenses by tutoring and often got jobs through the help of school teachers.

A picture and biodata of a man in his forties appeared. “Remember Chil?” He looked at me. “Sam’s father? The gangster?” “Yep,” He looked back at his picture on the screen, “G-17 is where he lives,” My eye twitched, “Two streets on the left is his office and two streets to the right is his house.” “From the main road,” I whispered, It suddenly made sense. “Yep,” I clenched my fists, “So this is a stunt pulled by Sam?” I felt annoyed and it was hard not to show it.

It watched just like I did. Yet the chill held tight inside my stare. My lips curled up, a grin both tender and risky, one I kept close. A quiet moment passed, just me watching that look grow. “Enjoy your little spotlight, Samantha,” I murmured softly, voice like poisoned silk. “It’s about to go dark.” Clear as daylight, that image formed in my mind. It showed up sharp, like a snapshot arriving out of nowhere. Sam broken. Sam discredited. Sam gone. The contract dissolved.