The Good Samaritan Book Novels & Stories

“We should get going.” “That’s the spirit, Sam.” Katie playfully jabbed my shoulder. “It’s Samson.” They gave me a perplexed look. “Samson Roche, that’s my full name.” “Oh, I remembered the Blood Eagles called you, Samson,” Katie said. “Like the Hebrew hero, right?” Zeki asked. “Yeah.” “Wow, so the enemies knew your name before we did, huh?” Alex said in deadpan. I chuckled sheepishly, “I’ll tell you everything about that and how I got inside Hammerhorn when we have time. But you can still call me Sam if you want to.”

“Tell me a little about Sam.” “Sam is a strong and independent woman; she is an expert in creating medicines and knowing diseases and how to cure them. She is sensitive and very noble, she is so generous that she dared to carry a wounded man to her hut. She didn't know if I was a criminal or if she would be harmed when I woke up; however, she healed my wound and took care of me.” Jacqueline watched him smiling, she was struck by how Arthur's eyes sparkled as he spoke of Sam.

“Benedict, come greet our latest guests.” Benedict Winslow, IV walks over. In general, I like the man. I like him a lot more than his mate who seems to care more about her title than being a good person. After everything that happened with Sawyer and Althea, I don’t trust people who just want a title. “Alpha Roman, Luna Samara. Welcome to our home,” he says warmly. “Thank you,” Samara says, her smile a bit warmer for Benedict than his mate. “I need to speak with you, Alpha,” I say without preamble.

His own face was fixed in the saintly expression he used for such occasions. "And so," He began to speak again. "We must learn from the example of the Good Samaritan, and be sure to give help to those of us who require it. I am sure that if I found one of you girls lying, bare and unprotected, I would certainly stop and do whatever I could."

Samantha said, her smile a rare glimpse of warmth amidst the darkness, reminiscent of the one she shared only with Kathleen. "Thank you for rescuing my dearest friend, Christian. But I implore you, never again offer your soul. If you do, I can no longer intervene to assist you." Samantha inched closer, a solemn determination etched on her features. With a gentle hand pressed against her chest, a soft glow emerged, radiating from within her.

The thugs and the driver seemed terrified for this creature standing before them was truly a man beast, his muscles and his breasts were so pronounced under the moonlight that they knew they were cooked if they tried to go against this wolf Samaritan who came to the rescue. "What the fuck are you bozos doing?" The wolf samaritan asked them, the driver said nothing but the first thug spoke for his gang saying “Hey man! This one is none of your business so stay out of this, this girl is a theif so she needs to he punished" "I can assure you that she isn't a theif” The wolf samaritan said as he drew closer to them all and continues

Yes he was the not the planter to those two fossils and I am happy to have him in my life. Sam I thought would have been my last chance in a man, because he was the last good man in my planet. Yes the last good fellow that shared humanity and strength in the society. But then what happened, yes Sam was good and a loving husband but he was corrupted. Let me warn you children from what I learnt from the big book that said evil communication corrupts good manners. And that was so and the case with Sam, my last good chance of eternal happiness in a matrimony.

“Samantha, hey, what should we do now?” Samantha just stared back at me, dumb-founded, as if my question was a great, great difficult mathematical problem that she found hard to answer because she forgotten to review a night before she took the test. It took her a little while to respond, but when she did, this was what she said: “What else is there for us to do other than to just wait? Nothing, right? We can’t do anything but just wait for them. Also, I guess, prayers could help. And we just have to trust them at least that they are safe there. That whatever terrible situation was it that has been happening there, it would not worsen anymore. May they solve whatever problem or issue was it

Mosh suddenly realized he should stop calling Sam a mute—after all, the boy could speak. When Mosh looked around for help, he saw that the other evil beings had scattered. Naturally, no spirit dared to linger near Sam. They would seize any chance to flee from him. Mosh had assumed Sam was naive because of his age. He didn't realize that Sam was born with an instinctive ability to distinguish good from bad. To Sam, Mosh was utterly repulsive. But Sam didn't target Mosh because he was evil. As a primordial beast, Sam cared nothing for human morality. He didn't divide the world into good or evil.

“Ryden just told me that I’m an abomination, a destroyer of the world.” “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Samarah spoke again. “And you do?” I snorted. “Do tell me, Samarah, at least before you die. Let the truth out. Be useful.” “Your blood is the only thing that can destroy the book.” “Wow.” I rolled my eyes. “It all started with my fucking blood, and it’s the only one that can destroy everything. That’s fucking amazing, don’t you think?”