The Last Samurai Audiobook Novels & Stories

The ringing continued. Slow. Steady. Deliberate. No one moved toward it. After the fifth ring, it stopped. The silence lasted only a second. Then it rang again. Damian walked over and picked up the receiver. He didn't speak first. Neither did the caller. For several seconds, all he could hear was breathing. Then a calm, familiar voice said, "Samuel always was a better storyteller than I was." Damian's grip tightened. "Chief Bako."

While both of them muttered, Herschel added from the side, “Meh, that’s nothing. You haven’t seen our boss on the battlefield. He’s faster and more ruthless than everyone else when he kills. That’s a real menace…” As the three of them whispered to each other, Javier went to Samere again. Crouching down next to White Old Boy Samere, he grinned at him. “You want to meet God.” Samere had witnessed the instant death of his six men, so he was about to die in horror as he waved his hands. “No, no, no. I do not want to meet God.” “No, I know it. You really want to meet God. I can help you fulfill your wish,” Javier offered.

Amber said. “Yes, I know.” Sam rubbed her face then looked up and grinned. “But that’s a story for another time.” THE END Please keep an eye out for book 5 in the series. Thank you to all the readers,you guys make it worth the frustrating late nights.

Becker sighed and beckoned her to the visitor's bench. - Come here. Uncomfortable to communicate across the table. Samantha followed him and sat down beside him, looking blankly at the teacher. He hesitated a little and began to speak: - I was looking for a book about the legends of the Sioux Indian tribe. Have you never read these legends? Sammy shook her head, feeling strangely uneasy.

Sam only response was his own ragged breaths. "I'll tell you anyway," the voice spoke softly, "your precious Dean is going to come marching in here, guns blazing with an army behind him, and we're going to kill them all. Every single one of them but him. Then I'm going to make him watch as my men have their way with you before I auction you both off to the highest bidder," Sam let out another scream and tried to struggle out, only to be met with laughter. He felt a kiss pressed to his uninjured cheek before all of the footsteps retreated from the room, the light shut off, and the door shut and locked. He was alone again.

Now what remained was a mindless puppet with the power of a Wind Demon General that had nothing to lose. “You are right. I guess I should worry about myself right now. Although that one over there really bugs me.” The Primogenitor responded to Chief Priest Kaka’s earlier comment with a strange expression of discomfort on her face. “Him? He’s called Samoa. Not sure if you know him. He never joined the last war against your folks. If he had, you would have all died.” Chief Priest Kaka stated with a smile, but the Primogenitor could tell that he was dead serious. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was indeed the case.

Swords clash furiously and I almost lose my grip until I realize that there's always an opening in the armor if it wasn't so dark I could find it "Fucking hell" Daniel groans using the last bullet in his gun. Before I know it both men are helping me and somehow the samurai is still not going down. The samurai tips my sword earning for both men to freeze as the edge of the Samurai sword stops ever so close to my neck "You've lost your touch little one," he says and I click my tongue earning a chuckle. I heavy breath trying to calm myself down "Your dad has been waiting for your arrival," he says lowering his sword. Recognizing his voice my shoulders relax a bit even though I know I'm in shit

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

"Together." An alarm shattered the moment, blaring through the chamber. Every screen flashed red at once. INCOMING CONNECTION. Michael's image vanished, replaced by a man seated in a darkened room, his face obscured by shadow. Emma recognized the voice the instant it spoke. "Hello, Emma." She froze. "Samuel." He laughed softly. "At least you still remember your own grandfather." "Show your face," Emma said, stepping closer to the screen. "Why would I?" "So I can finally see the man who tore my family apart."

Any time now, they have to go back to their world. "Isn't she the most beautiful woman?" He asked rhetorically. "But she's just a human. Are you sure you love her?" Theo's hand quickly wrapped around Samuel's throat. He's looking at him sharply as he shakes due to anger. Jonah hurriedly pulled him away while Philip helped Samuel who's now coughing endlessly. Theo didn't answer Samuel's question as they all know the answer. He turned his back to his friend and savored the last moments of being with Madeline.