Novels by Sampson

In the town where Kadmiel now lived, which was not very busy, he had become a bit known by the people in the community. But he never engaged in any discussions with anyone. He had stepped out one evening. He pulled his hood lower as he entered a small convenience store. He had been careful, never speaking more than necessary, trying so hard to never draw attention.But as he picked up a loaf of bread, his eyes caught something, two men talking in hushed voices by the counter.“…The tunnels beneath Sector Twelve… they say it leads somewhere old, a part of the city no one remembers.”Kadmiel'’s hand froze mid-reach.“No one remembers?” the other man scoffed. “If no one remembers, why are we talking about it?”“Because someone has been searching for it. If the rumors are true, there’s a passage that goes deep, deep enough that not even the patrols go down there. It is believed that Kadmiel Watson kept his victims there. Who knows…”Kadmiel forced himself to stay calm. He paid for his it

Later that night, at about 11pm, when the city had gone cold and silent, deep in a secluded warehouse on the city’s outskirts, Cassian met with Rafa Morales.Rafa leaned against a rusted table, watching Cassian talk to him with amusement. "The four great families do not take rejection lightly. They rule the fucking city."Cassian crossed his arms. "Do I look like I care? Exactly!”Rafa chuckled. "So what is the plan?""If Kadmiel is alive, as rumoured, we have to find him, quickly." Cassian said.Rafa raised an eyebrow. "And do what? Kill him?"Cassian shook his head. "Nope. We make the city believe that I took him down. We build trust. Then I rise to power, I do not want to be a puppet like the other governor was, I want to have real control. Then Kadmiel would be a big part of my government, from the shadows obviously, cause they would all believe he is dead.”Rafa smirked. "I like how you think."They shook hands, sealing their alliance.Leah sat in the cell, tracing her fingers ag

In the heart of the city, one of the biggest and most expensive estates, once co-owned by Kadmiel Watson, a man stepped out of the shadows. Rafa Morales. A name that carried weight in both the underworld and the political elite. A “fixer” with a past stained in blood, once a trusted ally of the four great families, now a ghost who played by his own rules.Rafa leaned against his SUV, lighting a cigarette as his contact approached. "What do you have for me?" he asked, his voice smooth. The informant, a nervous man in a wrinkled suit, glanced around before speaking. "Word is, some people do not buy the whole 'Kadmiel is dead' story. For all we know, there was a bombing at the court, it could have been orchestrated busy him. They are looking for proof. If you are planning to get involved, tread carefully."Rafa smirked, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Who says I would be getting involved?"The informant swallowed hard. "You always do."Rafa chuckled. The man had a point. He lived for the g

Leah pressed her back against the cold titanium walls, in tears, she thought about her family,about Kadmiel,her children which she could not see at that instance because she decided to take a stupid risk, which regrets now.She looked at the open wounds she got during the beating she had to endure and with that, she drifted into a deep sleep which she had not had for days. The sleep was not that of tiredness, but that of pain and tears, her head ached. Leah was waiting at the entrance of her cell door, for some reason it was open, her breathing was shallow as she waited, watching for anyone that would come, but no one did.The dim hallway lights flickered, casting elongated shadows. She thought she saw one that looks like Kadmiel, but she would not call out to keep him stealthy if that's what he was doing. But then, the shadow disappeared and that was it. She chose to try to escape, AGAIN. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This was her chance, her last chance probably. If she got

Leah stared at Sealion, her eyes burning with excessive fury. "You keep underestimating him and I hate you for that," she spat. "You think he has no one loyal person and everyone will leave him. But you forget that the support of one person is just enough.”Sealion chuckled, an eerie sound layered beneath the mechanical distortion. “Loyalty does not exist in this world, all that matters is the big P. “Power” which is eternal."Leah tightened her fists, but before she could speak, the door behind Sealion went open. A masked guard stepped in, dragging a struggling child, her daughter, into the room. Leah’s breath hooked in her throat. "Enough resistance, Leah," the guard growled, pressing the mouth of the gun against the child's head. "Or you will be forced to watch this kid's end next time you try to be funny or disobey, that's clear?”Leah's heart and mind pounded. Her entire body shook, not with fear, but with anger. She wanted to jump at them, to rip the mask off Sealion and claw a

kadimel leaned against the cold wall of an abandoned building beside the great city bridge, he was still on guard knowing fully well people were constantly out there looking for his head, he held his gun tightly. His mind flashed through everything that had happened in the past month. The Governor was killed, his businesses gone, his houses burnt. So many things wrong. Leah was still missing, and getting beaten on what seemed to be daily based off what he saw in that video. Everyone was against him. His resources were gone.And now, he had to make a tough choice.Either to run or stay and fight. His clenched his jaw. His hatred for the four great families only increased. All his life, he had hated them, they had made life miserable for him since the day he was Ten Years Old at the boot camp. And now, they still would not leave him alone, he did not understand the level of hate. He was always thinking about war against them.Now, it was here. And he was not going to lose. Shortly

Lucas approached the vault steadily, his mind urging him to move a little faster as it yearned to uncover whatever laid behind the metal door. He glanced back at Kenji and the elderly japanese man was standing with a stoic gaze and so was his brother. Lucas furrowed his brows and turned back to face the vault, taking a deep breath, he placed his thumb on the electrical scanner attached to the vault. A sharp pain punctured his thumb as he saw a small pin take a bit of his blood.For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a loud hiss, the vault slowly creaked open. Lucas stepped back, watching as the heavy door revealed what was inside. Stacks of paper, cut to the size of money, filled the space in neat rows. He stared at them, confused.“What are these?” he asked, reaching out to touch one of the bundles.Kenji stood beside him, watching calmly. “Those are bearer bonds,” he explained. “They're worth thirty-five billion dollars.”Lucas froze. Thirty-five billion? He had been used to wea

Three days later, he was standing in front of a mirror, rearranging the tie of the suit he was wearing as the doctor flipped his file over. He turned around and faced the doctor after he was done. He was dressed in a corporate suit, covering up his entire body and naturally shielding the random gaze from the burnt marks that covered his entire arm. He wore a facemask on his face, and it shielded most of his scarred face. He sighed wondering if he would ever heal enough to have his normal face back, but something in him told him it was impossible. Even then when he was still the son of a very rich man and had access to the best medical care he didn't think he could fix this. “You’re stable enough to travel,” the doctor said, “but there are things you need that I can’t provide here. You’re on your own for the rest of the recovery.” He gazed at the doctor, a man barely in his late fifties with so much promise and happiness. He could see it radiating around him. Yet he has barely spent

Lucas spent an unrecognizable amount of time passing in and out of consciousness, although he was recovering, the recovery was a bit slow. At first he couldn't really tell reality from dreams and it felt to him like he was dying or going mad but now he could tell. He heard the doctor talk about his injuries to Kenji once in a while, it seemed his face had suffered irrecoverable damage and so had his arms. The doctor mentioned something about him also having a delirious mental state. He claimed he couldn't really run scans due to the lack of equipment but he can tell something is wrong with him mentally. Lucas wondered what was wrong, he felt whole, except slipping in and out of consciousness which was proper due to the situation he was in. He didn't pay the doctor's verdict any heed, not like he could if he tried anyways, his brain felt tired every single moment so he could hardly think.After about three weeks he began to feel a bit better. He could now sit up on the bed and so

Darkness! That was what encompassed Lucas' world for a while, he saw nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing. His entire world had been plunged into a silent emptiness. After a while, he heard it, distant howling and soon it came to him, he could feel his head throbbing, his entire body was aching and stiff.The memories came flooding back but it was all hazy and mashed up together, he couldn't breathe as well as he used to and he could smell burning, it smelled like roasted venison. He could not concentrate on the scent though, his entire body stung most especially his arm and face.He tried to move, but his body would not respond. He realized his eyes had been closed so he forced it open, but he couldn't keep it open for long. He saw the image of a wrecked building and he could see smoke coming out from a location he couldn't really perceive properly. His eyes closed again and he forced it open, he looked sideways and saw footsteps coming towards him, his eyes closed shut and thi

Lucas sprinted, his entire body covered with sweat and dirt. His heart was beating loudly in his chest as he navigated the extent of his father's large mansion. There were times where he’d admired this place for being so big, it meant he could smoke and drink away from the gaze of judgmental eyes. However, now that he could hear the sounds of gunshot and he could feel the heels of assassins hellbent on putting a bullet in his head behind him, he cursed it for being so damn big.He glanced back and realized no one was chasing him and he began to wonder how Kenji was faring, although something told him that man would make it out.He felt like something from the movies, unnatural so to say. Lucas wondered how anyone could move that fast with such precision.He shelved the thoughts as he decided to focus on escaping, soon enough he was in the courtyard that led to the main gates, escape was nigh. His speed increased in anticipation as the pointy tip of the metal gate came to view.Howe

Gunfire roared through the hallway in an almost beautiful display of flashes that lit up the dark corridor.If the flashes weren't leaving pellets of death in their wake, the symmetry of the gunfire would have been almost beautiful. Kenji reacted immediately, pushing Lucas backwards into the room where his sister's dead body still lay. The bullets pierced through the air, tearing into the walls and door behind them. Lucas stumbled as he was pushed inside, terror gripping him like a vice.Kenji slammed the door shut with a wave of his hand, before slamming a chair under the knob, buying them a little time. Unlike Lucas, he was composed and barely afraid, he was used to this kind of situation.“Lucas, move!” Kenji barked, urgency crackling in his voice.Lucas stood frozen, his mind clouded with fear and disbelief. His sister was dead. They were surrounded. His breath came in short gasps, panic settling into his bones.Kenji grabbed a chair and smashed it through the window, glass s