Bendy Sammy 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 warned him and he chuckled. “Not like she is my taste or anything but don’t you see, she likes you. Maybe your problem of how you can appreciate her will be very easy. She likes you so anything you give her will be right.” Hmmm, his words got me thinking. Sammy is a straight gay guy but a very wise one. He seems to be able to read even the expressions of inanimate objects and I just wonder. How does he do it? “You're ok, pal?” I looked up to him and hissed, “Bad guy!” I threw at him but instead of saying something else he burst into laughs.

Boss says. ****** 1 hour ago: "Daddy, you already said yes when we asked you! You even promised! You can't take back your promise!" Sammy protested. If you ask who Sammy is, she is a daughter of Jace and Jon and is 3 years old. She and Sam are twins, and their favorite uncle is none other than Alex. "When did I agree to that? I don't recall agreeing to my 3-year-old daughter wearing makeup, Sammy." Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing—was he actually in the middle of an argument with his 3-year-old daughter? What kind of sh*t was this?

It has been just the two of them for the last 6 years since. Sam is actually Samantha as you might now understand. At 18, Sam is 5'6" tall and weighs about 110#, a slim womanly figure with full B-cups but she has been wearing an undersized A cup to make them look bigger since being teased when she was younger having only 'Bee-stings'. When the boys started noticing and stopped teasing her, she didn't give them the time of day. She just grinned evilly and walked away.

The sound of her name rolled off her tongue in the same sort of way Beth imagined MaDonna would announce herself, like everyone should already know her name. “I’m Robby Pierson. It’s nice to meet you.” He grinned, sticking his hand out for her to shake it. She looked at it for a second before taking it in her lithe palm. Beth saw her wipe her hand off once it was settled around her narrow ribs. She was wearing a white T-shirt with her cut-off shorts, so it didn’t seem like it was dirt she was worried about. Maybe she was a germaphobe. “What are you doing Saturday night?” Sammy asked, reclaiming the conversation. “Will you go out with me?”

Turning away from the cell, Sam takes my hand, and we walk out of the dungeons and into the fresh air. I gasp in some air bending over at the waist resting my hands on my knees. “Are you okay babe?” Sam asks with concern. “I am okay, just feeling a little lightheaded,” I reply before standing back up. Sam pulls me into his arms. “I am sorry you have to deal with all of this,” he says to me as he rubs my back.

“Come on. Tell me. I’ll beat the bastard up.” Sammy took a gulp from her glass and grumbled, “I’m so pissed. I have never seen someone as horny as him.” Her fanboys were intrigued. “What happened? Come on, tell me. Which bastard bullied you?”

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I say we'll pay you! You can’t skip such words,” Ben laughed. "Oh, thanks, dad," Sammy said, embarrassed. - Okay, I'll try to come more often. - That's agreed! How is the meat, delicious? Samantha nodded with a thumbs up. Her mother and father sat on folding chairs, and Sammy sat on a fallen tree trunk, which immediately reminded her of walking with Travis. He would love it here too...

Sarah bounces beside me. “Yep. Hi!” I chirp. “Hi. I’m Samantha, but you can call me Sammy.” My jaw goes slack. “Your eyes are so cool.” “Thanks. I like the red streak in your hair.” She smiles. I blush. “Thanks.” I’m not used to so much attention. “Hello. I’m Alexi.” She sits on my other side. “Don’t worry. I felt the same way when I met the ladies too.” “Okay, girls. Give her some space. Geez.” Wren pushes between Anna and Sammy.

SAMMY Sammy was in a really bad place. She was mostly driven by passion and determination, which her father really hated. He thought she was too self absorbed with the events in her life. Sammy would beg to disagree; the things and people in her life needed her touch. Only then would they be able to be fulfilled. She was the messiah for them. She made them feel better, just like she did Tessa. Oh, Tessa.