Walking Sam の小説・ストーリー

"Be careful, Gemma." I nodded. "You, too, Mr. Osiris," I said as I walked away from Mr. Osiris, toward Kuya Samuel, who had a cigarette stuck between his fingers, smoking and ready to run out. "When did you start smoking?" He tossed aside the cigarette, nearly recoiling in astonishment at seeing me. "Y- you're here," Kuya Samuel said, surprised. "Yeah, I'm here," I said, pausing. "Aren't you going to embrace your beloved sister?"

"You know all codes?" "Of course I do." "Well, that's admirable. As for the code, it's... a special code." Jamie sighs and brings back her attention from the radio to the road. "Are you hungry? We can stop by Grace's" "What special code?" Now, this is something that intrigued me. What's this code that doesn't appear in no police book? "I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you." "Here is lieutenant Oliver from Waterfall Bridge. I'll go." I grab the radio and make my voice sound closely to Jamie's, then answer instead of her. Now, this might be the action I needed.

My pockets were empty—the photo gone. But something else was there instead. Etched into the inside of my palm: “Door #2.” And below that: “Soon.”

Sama Arthur "Can I get a vodka and grapefruit?" Sama's hands moved with relaxed habit, grabbing the glass and the Grey Goose bottle. She flashed a swift, confident smile at the Beta female across the bar. "Coming right up." "You always make them perfect, Sama," the woman said, praising her, leaning a bit closer. "Timothy really knows how to pick 'em."

"You suck!" "I know, but you love me too, haha!" Sam patted his back and smiled. "Here you go, three glasses of whiskey" May placed them down in front of the guys and held her hand out waiting for one of them to pay. "Whiskey?" Sebestian asked eyeing up his glass. "Yes... You said you wanted something strong and this is the strongest whiskey we have, it will make you forget everything you do tonight I promise." May smirked and wiggled her hand. "WOW!... what the hell May..." Sam took a sip and handed over the money. "That's strong, even for me" Simon claimed "I didn't think liquor could get to me now!"

“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.

My Samira. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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.