Samael Homesick 소설 & 이야기

Luna Hera whispered under her breath – as she looked at him unbelievingly. Samael simply smirked at him. “Yeah… Divina Linsly… Your best friend. I admit that I got attracted to you at first. But Divina… I loved her so much. We are going to build our family already. We are already having a child… But they were both captured by the leader of the Triad.” Samael continued his words – as he looked away, as if he could only see what was happening in the past like it was only yesterday.

' she thought full of doubt. Tiredly Samael rubbed his temple and closed his eyes, "I told you I am not a demon, would you please quit calling me that?" Bida's eyes doubled in surprise when he answered her question. Warily she sized him up, "What are you?" Wearily Samael's rich brown eyes met viridian ones, "Bida, my heart, I have already explained to you what I am, though none of it matters because I live only for you. I love you, Bida, and if my presence disturbs you I will fade from your sight. I will watch you from afar and keep you safe as I always have. But I will never leave you. I am bound to you by your mother, but even more strongly by love. Just tell me what you want me to do; I l

"That would be nice." We talked for a few more minutes—about Theo and how much she loved him, about her work, about Christmas plans and what she wanted to do for New Year's this year. By the time we hung up, I felt hollowed out, like someone had scooped out everything real inside me and left only a shell. --- My phone buzzed the moment I closed the FaceTime app. **Felix:** "Hey, I'm thinking about visiting Scotland. Would be great to see you. Let me know when works."

Eros suggested. Samael didn't move. In fact, he cannot go anywhere. No place is safer for him other than the Were world, but he will die if he stays here for much longer. Eros and iris frowned when Samael didn't go immediately. "What happened?"Iris asked. Samael looked at his cousin sadly. "I cannot go back to the Seer world, or even the human world for that matter. My father has sent his soldiers after me. They will be searching for me everywhere" he confessed his turmoil.

While we were walking side by side towards the lift, Samael got a call and he picked up with a frown on his face. “Hello?” he said like he didn’t know who was on the other side, probably it was an unknown number. After a few seconds, he stopped dead in his tracks. I frowned and turned to him to see horrified expressions on his face. “What? What do you want?” Samael asked in a tone that I had never heard from him. he was breathing heavy and I walked a little close to him but his eyes were fixed on the floor. “Don’t do dare do anything, Shane! You will not go near her, ever! I won’t let that happen, you stay away from us, goddammit!” Samael shouted on the phone and shoved it in his pocket, sti

"Please try and make less troubles this time", my dad said seriously his face full of pleading. I expressionesly looked past the truck's window as it wheezed by the seemingly endless beautiful blonde grass totally ignoring his talk. "I'm talking to you Samael!" he spitted angrily whilst accidentally accelerating the truck for a short moment. I turned to look at him, his face that had began to have wrinkles , his greying hair and those serious blue eyes . Whenever he was angry, which was of course a really common occurrence, he would call me by my full name, Samael then his eyebrows would furrow so deeply such that they would meet right between his eyes forming a v- shape. " I get it dad..."

He helps her back into a chair to sit down kneeling in front of her brushing warmth into her hands. “Who did you see?” “A shadow,” she whispers. “I should leave,” “Where will you go?” “Home,” “I will take you,” Leo stands and reaches for the phone. When he looks back to her she is gone. “Sammy,” her name echoes throughout the house. Sammy stands in front of the office of a traveling agency mesmerize with the brochure on display about the Namaqualand. The pictures are intriguing calling her back home.

And that is what has happened till now. “I’ll go first…hic… My name is Samantha Williams, yeah, my parents are the assholes who own W and M companies; I’m eight…hic… eighteen,” I said, raising eight fingers and nodding at my finger when I saw the eight “hic… I’ll turn nineteen in six months the day I’m scheduled to leave here hic… I am here because my mama is a shitty mother who has no idea what it means to be a parent, and my father is an asshole that thinks money can solve all problems… I hate being called Sammy because… hic… my, twin sister used to call me that when she was alive. She was autistic since she was young and always had problems communicating and socializing, but my asshole pa

he is stammering when calling her, and she smiled at him. "Sam, you should go home and sleep early." His mother advises him. He breathed deep and kissed his grandma, "I will go home first. . . I will be back tomorrow," Sam sweetly said to him. SAM is walking up to their home, and the moment he opens the door. It is not the same as before. . . his home is now gloomy. He needs to pick up himself and must be strong—however, his depression is knocking again. His body is cold and empty. As he walks to the sink, he sees a sharp knife on the edge.