The Last Samurai Audiobook Novels & Stories

Samantha said, scared. "And why's that?" asked Jamima, confused. "Because what he hates the post is his dark past. Last time, he heard someone talking about it and beheaded him in front of everyone, not only this, some say he killed his entire family." "That's cruel," Jamima said in a loud voice. "Shush, low your voice," said Samantha putting her hand on her lips. "Whatever," replied Jamima, and they both started to laugh. [END OF FLASHBACK]

“Lashe, are you done?” Uncle Sam and for some reason he felt weird and uncomfortable with the way Lashe was looking at him. “Uncle Sam, who were you speaking with just now?” Lashe asked and Uncle Sam swallowed his saliva and sighed. “I said who did you just speak to just now?!” Lashe yelled that startled Uncle Sam who also took a firm stance. “I cut off every distraction” Uncle Sam replied and Lashe narrowed his eyes. “You did what?” Lashe asked.

Not yet, wait, we fight the first ones…the rest will let them fall in, she turned and gasped. There are too many. Salem opened it….and her hands were holding bows and arrows, my beast claws came out, and the fight began. Salem slammed his hands onto the ground as the circle on his back lit up; the earth started to split. We killed the remaining ones on our side as we watched the others fall into the abyss of the opening. Emily started to cry, as she was tired, missed her babies, and the last pack was scattered. Nolan held her close as I was petting my hair.

The last thing I heard before I slipped under was his voice, raw and reverent: “Thank you for coming back, little saint. Thank you for giving me a family I don’t deserve.” And for the first time in years, I fell asleep without fear. Because even monsters keep their promises when the promise is a heartbeat under your ribs. To be continued…

Morgan struggled desperately under her grip, unable to breathe. His face turned bright red as he frantically clawed at her arms, but June's fingers only tightened around his throat. "June… you've lost your mind…" Only when Morgan was nearly suffocating did June suddenly come back to her senses. The alcohol cleared from her head in an instant. Morgan braced himself against the wall and staggered backward step by step, fear and hatred filling his eyes. "June, you couldn't even stay loyal to your husband. Now he's gone and doesn't want you anymore—you think you can still keep anyone by your side? You think you're any decent yourself? If anyone's shameless and pathetic here, it's you."

“She was very convincing.” “I’m not here to tell you that you were right or wrong. We all make mistakes at some point in our lives. I came here purely because Neah suggested you might have some information or at least be able to find it.” He loads up a bag with full water bottles and drums his fingers on the table. Walking past Samara, he reaches up to a thick book that sits on top of the tall bookcase. He stares at it briefly and blows the dust off the cover and hands it to Samara. “This might be of some interest to you.”

He didn't mention Tyranox, so what's your plan? End Of Flashback: "That's how I win the demon to our side." Samira finished saying her revelation. "Is that all?" Nevera smiled. "I'm still winning here in case you've forgotten Hiro's is deep asleep and so is your husband and his protector. Everyone of you is here like I want. I still get to laugh the last laugh so your stupid a$s story isn't necessary." he added and chuckled.

he asked, leaning closer. “The Alpha was an idiot,” Sam said with a roll of his eyes. “He thought he knew everything. I told them they were fools for believing in a fairytale. He thought I would just follow his commands. I refused.” Sam took a seat and tore off a chunk of his meat. “He didn’t take my defiance well,” he concluded. The rogues fell silent for a moment, processing his words. Sam seized the opportunity to offer them some of his deer meat. They accepted and sat down beside him, talking.

An end to the chaos I created. ⸻ But then— “Good choice.” ⸻ Sam’s voice cut through everything. Clear. Calm. Unshaken. It echoed inside my mind like it always had—but this time… it felt different. Heavier. Final. ⸻ My breath caught. “Sam…?” ⸻ “There’s something you were never meant to know,” he said, his tone shifting—less mechanical, more… human. “And I’m running out of time.” ⸻

"From beginning to end, the Buddha's voice has never disappeared for a moment, and its size has never changed. If Samuel has killed the enemies, I ask you, why hasn't the Buddha's voice changed?" As long as Samuel began to kill the enemies, the number of enemies would be reduced, and the Buddha's voice they chanted would naturally be less. This question, almost without thinking, was understood by everyone. However, just like Fu Mang, Samuel was the last straw to save their lives. No one was willing to admit this fact. With the words of the Knowledgeable Man in Jianghu, the atmosphere suddenly fell into a dead silence. It was already difficult enough, but now that they heard such bad news, th