Samsa Rapper Novels & Stories

…Sammy! Samantha Santos is my new friend in college. She look so much like Ril and both of them have almost the same thing in common including family background except for the fact that Sam is only child left of her wealthy parents. Sam had an elder brother called Enzo, whom got involved in a terrible accident with Mrs. Santos, two years after Sam’s birth. The poor child is felt alone with her grandmother and single father.

I couldn't fully hear Mason's reply, but, to be honest, I wasn't interested in listening once I heard the words 'who the fuck? “I'm Samael, Freya's friend. Look she can't talk right now, she's extremely upset. But I promise she is safe and well cared for. I will get her to call you back once she's calmed down, and she's ready to talk to you, ok?” Samael said quite bluntly but was polite.

Almost everybody rushed out to see things for ourselves including their classmates in the block upstairs although Dubem insisted on staying back as he was reading a comic book he borrowed from someone and would have to give back before school closes(probably why I'm the one writing this epilogue). Master Solomon(nicknamed "Sapa" by the students), a lanky N.Y.S.C corper who teaches Home Economics in our school known for his severe flogging who was at the gate to punish late comers walked up to them on realisation that it were students that alighted from the vehicle. P.S: Hi, it's Sam. You guys would have to bear with Temi. She obviously doesn't appreciate humour like I do. The corper althoug

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He was standing by the window, and his hand was on his ear with a phone. "Don't worry. I'll ask that doctor who handled you." "Alright. Just keep in touch." These two sentences I heard him said were enough to create turmoil in my mind. Who really is this Samsam? I tried to put the pieces together to come up with an answer. Samsam...Sama...Sama Island; and Calla is from Sama Island! Damn it.

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

Alex muttered. “But next time,” Sama said, “we’ll be ready.” Dean took her hand. “You just started a war.” “No,” Sama whispered. “I started a movement.” — Later that night, in the quiet of the library, Dean poured two glasses of whiskey. “You were insane tonight.” “I was tired,” Sama said. “Tired of watching girls like me fade.” Dean handed her a glass. "You turned a rebellion into a broadcast." "They needed to be seen."

"The question is what you do choose to do about it." Rosa had been listening, and now she spoke up. "What about you, princess? What's your sob story?" "Rosa," Betty warned. "No, it's okay," Samantha said, surprising herself. "My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, he's... he's Jason Hale." The cell went dead quiet for a second, then Rosa burst out laughing. "No fucking way. You're the chick from the videos? The one with the five-million-dollar bounty? I knew you looked familiar."

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

“Ah, another prosecutor. I suppose it's time you introduced me to the parents, maggot.” I tried to fuse with my seat. Finding that impossible, I made myself as small as I could, meekly meeting dad's gaze. “I'm- I'm getting ice cream, dad. I was hungry.” “Hello, Ernest, it's a pleasure to meet you,” Samael said smoothly, extending his hand. “The name's Sam. Sam Hill.”