Frodo X Sam Novels & Stories

“I don’t want you to doubt us.” I squeeze his hand. “Hey.” I wait until he looks at me. “I’m not going anywhere. This is happening, and I’m happy. You don’t have to worry about me changing my mind.” He nods. “Good.” I smile, brushing a kiss against his cheek. “Now, can we eat? Because I swear, I am starving.” Sebastian smirks. “You are growing a human.” I roll my eyes, standing up. “Yeah, yeah. Keep up, Frost.”

Frank got up and grabbed the phone out of her hands and walked back to the lap to transfer the videos that she took. "By the way, how is Brooke?" Frank started the conversation. He wanted her to be comfortable with him every time they were alone. Nera folded her arms, remembering Brooke's statement. "Are you and Brooke in contact?" She asked in a firm voice. Frank managed to transfer one of the videos and played it. His face lit up the second Sam popped up. "Wow, the little man made his first best friend," he thought to himself. Nera watched him, she couldn't help but notice that he genuinely cared about Sam's happiness, and it had nothing to do with Brooke getting his number or getting on M

Bram winks at me and disappears to god knows where while I go back to my room with Joy and we go through our night routines. When she starts her CPAP machine and falls asleep, I text Bram saying that the coast is clear. Two minutes later, there’s a very soft knock on the door and I leap out of bed to open. “Hi, Frodo,” he whispers, his eyes sparkling. I move to one side to let him walk in. He doesn’t have his suitcase this time, “I didn’t do shit all day and somehow, I’m exhausted. Really tired.” “Me too,” I respond as he takes his sandals off and walks to the bed as if he owns it, “We’re only sleeping tonight. No kissing.”

The guy stood up with haste while giving Sam a serious face, surprised and puzzled. “Can’t you see? I’m here to meet Sir Sodon.” Francis was overly shocked. “You called him S..Sodon?? How did you..” From the girl, he moved his eyes to the old man. “Do you know her?” Sodon shook his head then looked at Sam. “Have we met before?” “We haven’t, sir..” She answered with politeness. “But I have already seen you before.” “Where??” Francis butt in, obviously he’s really clueless and at the same time, uneasy. What if Sam already witnessed the old man appear out of nowhere or vanish into thin air?

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

The servants shouted. And before Sam hit the ground— Strong arms caught her. Silence. The world stopped. For a brief moment— Neither moved. Neither spoke. Sam stared. Froz stared back. Too close. Way too close. Her heart skipped. Then another beat. Then another. Something strange settled between them. Something warm. Something dangerous. Then Froz ruined it. Naturally. “You’re an idiot.” Sam immediately pushed away. "Take it back." “No.” “I was perfectly fine.” “You fell.”

However, her aspirations were not destined to come true, for, turning around the corner of the neighbor's house, Sammy saw his owner in person at the Chevrolet. Rested, dressed in light jeans, a fashionable suede jacket and branded white sneakers, Travis seemed like an extra on an ordinary street. He stood with his back against the door and looked around with a bored air. However, as soon as Samantha came into view, his eyes sparkled, and a slight smile played on his lips. On suddenly weakened legs, Sammy approached him, and Doyle smiled even wider. “You make me happy, Frog,” he said. “I was hoping you would have the courage to ride in my car.

I say as I mark my territory. “I can call it a truce for now, but the minute Robbie walks into my door, I can make no promises. So let’s get back out there and enjoy the rest of our meal,” Sam says, holding the door and tapping her foot against the linoleum floor. I follow behind. Sam has just declared war, and if she doesn’t watch her back, Mark Lewis might learn the truth about Robbie and Sam. Because no one double-crosses Missy Guidi, not even a bride-to-be.

Sam demanded loudly, as if reading my thoughts. "Without your hands." He said, angling my hips for deeper penetration. "I- I can't." I sputtered out weakly. "You can." Sam insisted, his voice muffled by the mask so much he almost sounded like a stranger. Ice shot out from us. In a rapid pace, it froze over everything in its path. I gasped and curled my fingers instinctively, but Sam allowed no leeway. The frost continued, and dread hit my like a baseball bat.