The Last Samurai Audiobook Novels & Stories

Sam wasn't dense, he'd heard all about how these places work and whatnot, but still hearing it from Win gave him a confirmation he wasn't quite ready to receive. "Is it your first time here?" "Third... Also hopefully the last." the other answered, proceeding to close his book and hitting the lights off. "Better go to sleep, Sam. Tomorrow is going to be a long ass day." he finished already giving the younger his backs. Sam stared at the dark ceiling for a little while basking in the silence before his world turned black again. ________ TIME SKIP

On the sunset of the final sentencing, my boots navigate toward the holding cells to lock eyes with Samson a final time. Just as the iron-clad marshals prepare to drag his chained frame away to the dark vaults, my boots step directly into his path, my voice projecting absolute, unbothered calm. "My presence materialized at your cell to deliver a final goodbye. Expel all anxiety regarding the lineage. My own claws will rear the pup with absolute perfection." Samson’s golden eyes are completely hollow, totally devoid of their past life-force. For the absolute initial timeline since our paths crossed, his throat rumbles, "My tongue surrenders gratitude to your face."

was the last thing I heard before her weak voice died to nothingness. Noooo. Zumiiiiii. Come back. I need you !! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV

"Speak your words." Sam’s highly irritated, frantic voice instantly thunders out of the stone like a furious mountain storm, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "Warlord David! The wildland male wolf that your high council recommended to guide our next global pack war film will absolutely not cut it as our main lead warrior! I want his skin replaced at once! If your stubborn throne insists on having his claws as the lead character on the screen, then your council can count my old name completely out of directing this entire project!"

Robbie answers in a low voice for some reason, and I involuntarily lower my voice too. — Samurai? Is that a surname or a nickname? - No, it's just a nickname. He's Slate - Why Samurai? - Who knows, he’s the boss’s security chief. Our boss is Tim, which means Samurai is Frost's head of security. What if I really am a prisoner? Can I even leave the house?

"Damn it!" Yasuda was furious. Ah… Cries of despair from the samurai filled the room. Aida screamed in shock, her phone capturing the scene of the screaming samurai. As Yasuda watched through the video call, Kiran York slowly lifted the man by the neck. The samurai's legs kicked wildly in the air, like a chicken struggling for life in its final moments. But his neck was already twisted aside, his body limp, now just a corpse. "You, you…" Yasuda stuttered, watching the scene unfold, filled with sorrow and anger.

King Suxx recognized him with a nod while still sword fighting with King Hydrae. Russ and Lang-Mao likewise greeted the king before going in Hunter's direction. "Did you find it?" Hunter asked them. "No," Lang-Mao answered. I couldn't understand what else they were talking about. They were using a language that I hear for the first time. All I can understand is that they were talking about finding something that the three failed to. I only get back to my senses when a blade of a sword hits my scabbard. Thanks, it seemed to be just an unskilled Aquan knight, I got no wound.

Murphy said and tried moving when his father stopped him. "No son, Silver bullets are only Available in China and the U.S.A" Kane said with Waverly voice. "What should I do?" Murphy inquired, panicking. "Kill me.." Kane said in a shaking voice, staring at his son who held him with his hands. His voice was croaking and he had just a few seconds to his Death. "Dad, I can't. I can't kill you!" Murphy said, whimpering in tears. "Do it now! It's now or never! If you kill me... You'll become the next Alpha" Kane said but Murphy wasn't buying what he was saying.

Fifty metres from where the two women talked about newspapers and sanctions, I sat in my Ferrari waiting for her Utmost Prosperity to ‘arrive. As I sat there enjoying the cool air from the car’s vents, my thoughts suddenly went to the mock prosper carried out by my invisible double. Although I wasn’t at the scene, I was able to hear the agonizing sounds of the underwater savages, as they were being slain, one after the other. “I wish I could send your late father to deal with that Deaconess for me…but that won’t be necessary since she poses no threat to us.” I didn’t move my head which now rested on the steering wheel. I simply listened to her Utmost Prosperity, who’d just appeared beside me

The guy was smiling warmly at him, attempting to show off a friendly composure, but Alex felt that it’s not genuine. “Hello. You must be Komatsu Haato-san.” The guy said with his mellifluously soft voice. It’s almost pleasant, but he could sense the training he had done to it, so instead of filling him with a sense of serenity, it filled him with repugnance. Ordinary people would not notice, but he’s not an ordinary person. That goes for this guy too.