Walking Sam Novels & Stories

“Waking up in the most expensive suite in the Waterfront Hotel I am completely clueless how I ended up there.” “What else do you remember before yesterday?” Sammy stands still looking into space her eyebrows furrowed with thought. “I am Sammy Hoffman, living in Steinkopf in the Namaqualand region. I was touring through the country to get away from the pain and the dark looming shadow just at the edge of my memory. I step from the plane then nothing. I only remember this now when I step from the shower.” “Would you allow me to call a doctor?” he queries gently.

Sam whispered and stood up, the night breeze blew her way and she sighed, walking a distance away from Champagne. Sam reached in to her back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, her thoughts ran back to her father and she smiled. His realize date was just around the corner, she shifted most of her weight on her left leg and looked down at the box in her hand. It's red and been label stood out and she realised, she may never need this again. She raised her hand and threw it out in a distance. "Sam " Champagne called out when her phone went through, she stood up with the phone placed firmly on her ear.

The weird thing was, Sam kind of felt like he knew him from somewhere. Sam looked around and saw all his friends, passed out in various positions, most of them snoring. He grabbed his watch off the floor, saw that it was 11 AM. They’d still be sleeping for a while. Sam crossed the barn and grabbed a bottle of water. He was about to drink from it, when he looked down and saw it was filled with cigarette butts. Revolted, he set it down, and looked for another. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a half-empty jug of water on the floor. He grabbed it and drank, and didn’t stop drinking until he downed nearly half of it.

Isabelle agreed with a sigh. She didn’t know how she’d go about handling her mom’s arrival but she would figure it out. ************************************** Sammy pulled in at the fancy gate of a mansion in one of the fanciest neighbourhoods in LA. He punched in the code at the gate and it slid open. “Welcome to Havana, my brother. Here, all your relaxation fantasies will be fulfilled,” Sammy said with a mysterious smile on his face. “Where are we, Sammy? Whose house is this?” Josh asked as they drove into the large compound.

Sam began to notice landmarks that looked familiar, and she gave Alpha Amal directions. The car had been cruising along, and Sam had gotten used to passing trees at whiplash speed. They soon came across a large sheet of rock with a smooth face and Sam remembered it from her journey. She urged Alpha Amal to stop, and when he did she walked over to the rock, put her palm over it and paused.

Sarah smiles without humor. "Mine." Mercer says, "Room-side lock remains Sarah Vale's control." "Good." "Sample path can open." "Not until Sami returns." "Water is not relevant to the sample." "Water is relevant to my terms." "Your terms are multiplying." "So are your risks." The belt hatch pops open. Sami tumbles through with two sealed water bottles, one cracked plastic cup, and a strip of brown packing tape stuck to his sleeve. "No friends," he says, breathless. "One opinion. Bad water tastes better cold."

ve ideals, and to avoid unwanted scrutiny. New inventory was in constant demand in the cleaner pleasure haunts. Wealthy men did not want to bed weary and worn middle-aged women. That was where he came in. Samir Al Zahrani traveled the world buying and sometimes stealing rare and exotic women, and occasionally men, to sell to the highest-paying customers. Such as the operators of the White House. But Samir's business had little to do with his presence in England today. He'd lost a pair of his most precious assets here a year ago. Two mares sired by his father's famous Arabian racer, the one the English called Firestorm.

Ivana murmured as she walked on the sea shores. Like, not believing what Cameron just aid to her, she dialed Sammy's number again. Just like before, the results were the same. Her call was directed into a voice mail. ‘I can understand now. You are with her, have fun,’ She thought as the tears streamed down her beautiful face. Sammy arrived home and parked his car. He knew that, at that time, his aunt was already asleep. So he used the back door. He walked in and closed it gently. Removed his jumper and walked straight to his mind bat and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He carried the glass and sat on the couch and started sipping his whiskey slowly.

Sammy looked at me as if she wanted to ask more but she just chugged down her juice and grinned, “In fairness to her friend, they are good supporters” “I noticed that,” I laughed. Sammy joined me, saying “I want their creative minds” Our laughter was short-lived when we heard the shop's door chime, signaling someone's arrival. We exchanged a glance. “I hope they ask for sunflowers this time,” Sammy murmured. “I hope so,” I replied, tossing the can into the trash bin. Sammy was the one who stepped out first. Before I could follow, a familiar scent hit my nose, and I knew immediately who it was. The subtle, distinct aroma of sandalwood and cedarwood was all too familiar.

Samuel said as he spins us around in the water and I lean my head back and look to the blue sky. Everything about this place was beautiful and being here with Samuel made it even more beautiful. We stayed out in the water for a while before we made our way back to the cabana and when we finally made our way back Samuel went to the little tiki bar on the beach to get us drinks. When Samuel returned, he had two strawberry daiquiris in his hands with tiny umbrellas and a slice of orange sticking out. “I’d thought I would go with something more nutritious today.” He said as he handed me a drink and I began to laugh. “What? There is fruit involved.” He then added and I laughed harder.