Novels by Sampson

Lucas entered the lavish hotel suite, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over him. The day had been long—between the business meetings and the unexpected lunch with Lora Westfield, he felt drained. The plush carpet underfoot muffled his steps as he moved deeper into the suite. He paused at the window, the skyline of the city spread out before him like a sea of twinkling lights. Normally, he would take a moment to admire the view, but tonight, fatigue pulled at him.Kenji sat cross-legged in the center of the room, meditating as usual. His mentor’s calm presence contrasted with the bustling city outside and Lucas’ internal turmoil. For a moment, Lucas stood there, watching him. He had always found Kenji’s afternoon meditation routine peculiar. How anyone could sit so still in the middle of a hot, busy day was beyond Lucas. It was as though Kenji existed in another realm, detached from the trivial stresses that plagued the average person."You're back early," Kenji said without ope

Lucas’ stomach kept growling. It had been hours since he had last eaten, and although the restaurant she suggested was unfamiliar to him, he somehow trusted her judgment, and also the fact that he had no idea of buildings around him. Besides, this casual lunch could serve a dual purpose. It was not just about food, this was an opportunity to learn more about her, the Fumia company, and the people he would be dealing with, he did not want to look completely dumb to avoid people knowing his intent. When they reached the restaurant, a sleek, modern place with beautiful long windows and a calm and dark ambiance, Lucas was not disappointed. It was not too loud or too flashy, just the right amount of class that fit both their current roles. A waiter greeted them at the entrance and guided them to a corner table.As they sat, Lucas noticed how easily Lora carried herself. She was not stiff or overly formal, but at the same time, she had an air of quiet confidence that intrigued him. Once t

Lora Westfield extended her hand towards Lucas, her expression welcoming and warm but with a bit of curiosity in her eyes. He hesitated for a brief moment, the name "Levi Kishimoto" still unfamiliar on his tongue, but he knew he had to maintain his new identity. He had noticed her earlier during the board meeting, how could he not? Her presence had been hard to miss, dragging the attention of the room even in her quiet moments.But now, standing this close, he realized her beauty was more captivating than it had been during the board meeting. Reddish-brown hair framed her face in soft waves, and her eyes, green and striking, held an intensity that tickled his fancy. She extended her hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I did not get the chance to introduce myself personally earlier.”For a brief second, Lucas hesitated. Physical contact to him had always been a tricky thing. Trust could be built, or broken, with something as simple as a handshake. Still, he could not appear too guar

Lucas stood at the airport terminal, his feet rooted to the ground as waves of nostalgia crashed over him. It had been five long years since he and Kenji first arrived in Japan. He remembered the anger and sadness he’d felt then. He hated everything about himself and why he’d survive. Now, his hatred has been forged into a weapon that he would wreak down on all that ended the dreams of his family.His mind drifted back to that first day. The smell of the airport, the unfamiliar sounds of a foreign language swirling around him, and the coldness in his heart that made everything feel distant, unreal. Yet here he was, five years later still unsure about himself.Kenji’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "You good?" Kenji was standing next to him, luggage in hand, scanning the crowd like a seasoned veteran who had seen it all. Lucas nodded, shaking off the lingering emotions. “Yeah, just… memories, you know?”Kenji gave him a knowing glance. “Nostalgia sucks!” The elderly man said a

Shinto chuckled, his eyes never leaving Lucas’. “I would really like to know your plan?” He chuckled as he saw Lucas' defiant gaze glancing back at him confidently. He has been doing this for years and this young boy thinks he could humiliate him in front of everyone, it won't happen, he would never allow it. Lucas remained silent, his expression calm, almost detached, as if the threat meant nothing to him. He didn't flinch or show any sign of fear.Before Shito could gloat further, Kenji stepped forward. “That’s enough.” Kenji, with his usual calm demeanor, handed Shinto a black tablet. “Watch this before you make any rash decisions.”Shinto, confused, hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of him. He took the tablet and pressed play. The entire atmosphere was drowned in silence and it seemed everyone was curious as to what Kenji was showing him.The video began with footage of a busy street in a rural area as it would appear. The camera zoomed in on a young woman, no

Shinto glanced at Lucas, trying to get a read of his emotions but he couldn't sense anything. “Giving up already?” he threw in a question to ascertain his level of confidence. Lucas however glanced at him with a confident smirk. He shook his head as he looked at the boy’s face, he would admit Lucas has a good poker face.Lucas glanced back at the table with a smile. “Just trying my luck,” he replied calmly. He could see a hint of doubt on Shinto's face, the man was thinking about many things at the moment. Lucas knew exactly what was going through his mind, after all this game had been influenced by him. With a grin, Shinto leaned back in his chair. “I call your bluff,” he declared, pushing all his remaining chips into the center of the table. The sound of the chips clattering echoed like a drumbeat, marking the stakes of this final round. “All in.”The tension in the room thickened. Spectators exchanged glances, their breaths held in suspense. Fumia, the umpire, was shaking from his

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