The Last Samurai Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Hello, am I speaking with the lead technician for the deep-sea rescue?" The voice on the other end was steady and arrogant. It had been ten years, but I still recognized it. "That's me. Go ahead." My own voice was nothing like it used to be. A decade of deep-sea work, between the breathing equipment and the harsh conditions, had done irreversible damage to it. "Good. This is Griffin Lattimer, from Lattimer Maritime Group. I assume you've already reviewed the situation." He paused briefly. "Name your price."

Holland suggested, giving me an appreciative smile. They all agreed, and the meeting adjourned. I chuckled to myself as I listened to Samara's excited voice screaming from the other end of the video call. "Hey, you're so loud. Keep your tone down young lady, huh," I scolded her while laughing. She tried hard to contain her screams, and even Audrey giggled softly at me. Apparently, Samara's high-pitched screams were considered cute. "Well, why not? After waiting for so long, you're finally coming home. Finally! And I'm really happy about that," she exclaimed before laughing mischievously, mimicking a villain.

He never let his guard down and so did I. “You sure?” I asked needing confirmation, knowing he wouldn’t lie to me. After a while of not seeing the SUV, Sam confirmed, “Yes sir, we finally lost them.” Or so we thought. Right before it ran right into the side of our car. ----- A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! Hope you checked out my other book "Finding True Love" and I hope you enjoyed it as well! I will still be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. Lately I've been uploading everyday, so forgive me if I miss a day. I want to thank you for all your support and patience. I truly appreciate it. Hope everyone is okay, and saf

Looking up sharply, Sam mutters beneath his breath while gawping right at me—scuffling backwards in dismay while tears well in the corners of his bloodshot eyes. “Were we just get struck with lightning? What in the name of the Moon Goddess just happened? How did we-“ she stammers breathlessly, equally as worn out as I, “-scrap that, what did we actually just do? What’s wrong with him?” “I don’t understand,” Sam clears his choking throat, his face twisting while glancing down towards his hands in total disbelief, “-I can’t hear him. You shouldn’t be able to do this. This isn’t right, this isn’t natural,” his cheeks glow crimson as he returns his enraged attention to me sourly “-what the hell

Paul interrupted him. “Attack him!” Max shouted in annoyance. The Samurai's with Max started running towards Paul. Paul quickly made his sword touch one of the immortals Samurai with the sharp edge of the sword which made him visible. “Kill everyone except the one I spoke too.” He ordered. The Samurai he had released nodded his head and ran towards the other Samurai's. He was very fast and before one could count up to 3, all the Samurai's lay on the ground in pieces. Max stood alone now and was surprised when he saw his comrades in pieces. Who ever this new Samurai is, he was dangerous. He turned to run away at least to escape and tell Philly what he saw when he saw Paul standing behind him.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

The Last King. Still alive. Somehow. Some way. The giant king slowly stood. His armor shattered. His body covered in cracks. Yet he stood. Then he raised his broken spear. And charged one final time. BOOM! The monster turned. Just enough. Just for a second. Then the King slammed into its leg. The giant creature staggered. The entire island shook. Then Samuel looked down. Toward Thomas. Toward his son. And smiled. Again. Always that smile. Then:

"Walk through the wall and pick up the book you left on the shelf. Don't respond or in any way acknowledge him until you hear his voice very close to you. Pretend that you were so absorbed in your reading that you didn't know he was searching for you. He's still by the door. Hurry!" Sidia rushed through the wall, cool air washing over her skin as she reached for the book on different sword fighting techniques. She flipped through the pages, trying to control her trembling. She was worried that they would be found out, but a part of her was also incredibly irritated they had been interrupted. Reality reared its ugly head as she struggled to calm down and appear lost in thought and words.