Glee Cast Sam Evans Novels & Stories

If this really makes Cannon happy, should I. A voice from just behind her got her snapped out from her thoughts. "Well, in that case, let me snap you out of the daydream which is quite ridiculous you already know." Elaine and Evana turned to the source of the voice at once and there stood Sam glaring at Evana. His voice was cold as he walked towards them, "Which drug are you on to even have that illusion?" Evana knew to get back to Cannon if anyone could really be of any help then it's Sam. She badly needed him on her side.

“ GURL “ Her dark brown orbs met a pair of bluish orbs. The person smiled at her with a wide grin on her face. “ Sam “ Evelyn squealed, seeing her best friend after so long. Samantha aka Sam, a nineteen-year-old teenager, with blonde hair, and blue eyes, a beautiful girl was she. “ How are you, sweetheart? “ “ Great “ Evelyn’s eyes went towards Mateo who was sitting on the chair, headphones on his ears listening to one of the pop songs. Sam let out a forced fake cough taking Evelyn’s attention. “ Go go dear. I won’t take your time “ Saying that she pushed her toward her boyfriend who was in his world. A smile escaped her lips as she walked towards him, taking slow steps. Standing behind him,

Noticing that Trent was still filming, Grayson shot Sam a meaningful look. Sam immediately understood his intentions. Sam walked up to Trent and said, "Mr. Richardson, I'm sure you've already recorded the things you wanted?" Knowing that Sam was Grayson's subordinate, Trent was smart with his answer. "Tell Mr. Page not to worry. We didn't capture Ms. Walters." Sam smiled. "That's good, then."

“Maybe for some. Especially the greedy ones.” Alex's gaze was so sharp that it can almost dig a hole on the skin. Mandy blinked, caught off guard. His meaning was clear. Her lips tightened, but she didn’t respond. Travis looked away, trying to hide his smirk. Luke cleared his throat, pretending not to listen. Then, a voice cut through the tension. “Evie, my lovely daughter!” Samuel Croft walked over, his arms open and face warm. He pulled Eve into a brief hug. He looked proud, almost too proud—as if showing her off.

I was halfway through convincing myself to wait, to breathe, to sit on this for another day, when my phone buzzed in my hand. It was Sam. My stomach tightened and I just stared at the name until the screen dimmed, then tapped it open before it could stop ringing. “Evelyn,” he said, voice familiar, calm, almost relieved. “I was just about to try again.” “What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping my tone even, neutral, like nothing had shifted. “There’s something you need to know,” he replied. “Something I just confirmed, and I didn’t want to sit on it.”

Sam was dressed in full race gear, and he wore a baseball cap and a mask. It was a hot day in August, but he was wrapped up completely from head to foot. Harry recognized him at once. "Sam!" Sam took off his mask, revealing his stern, handsome face. He wasn't as youthful as a young man, and he had a mature charisma. The livestream comments immediately became full of excitement. "Damn, it's a top movie star!" "The kid has really done us a huge favor today! Not only did he let us see Giselle, but even Sam made an appearance!"

He simply walked to Evelyn's side. Vance saw it. The easy touch. The silent comfort. The way Nerissa did not pull away. His chest tightened. Sam leaned against the counter beside Evelyn, grinning. "How kind of you, Miss Evie. You truly know how to treat me nicely. How can I not be charmed and keep coming back here?" Evelyn laughed. "You are impossible." "I try." She lifted a spoonful of curry and brought it to his lips. "Taste this."

Shit! "Hey, is Sam here? I didn't see her after she left for some fresh air. I was worried and when I knocked last night no one opened the door." Fuck what shall I do? I can't let Evans see me like this. I can't tell him I fucked his mate he warned me about and who turns out to be my ex-boyfriend. Thankfully Emily seems to have the same thought as she answers him. "Oh, sorry I should have let you know Evans. Sam is here, she is fine. She simply had too many shots and has a massive hangover. Guess she'll need the day to recover." She's definitely good in lying, I'd believe her if I wouldn't know better.

Gale arrived at the company and sat at her desk. She opened her bag and found several lollipops inside, not knowing if it was Joshua or Nicole who had stuffed them in. "Peach, these are for you. Snacks from the kids." Gale handed them over. Peach sat at the computer, supporting her cheek, lost in thought, seemingly unaware of Gale speaking! Gale was puzzled. She leaned over and took a look at Peach's computer screen. It displayed Sam's personal profile. Sam was dressed in a suit, looking elite, clean and sharp, clearly like a well-mannered scion of a distinguished family.

And Evans wipes off an imaginary tear while Sam makes a crying face. I gulp nevoursly and return my eyes ahead of me, also paling because I would be left alone with the Mckenzie siblings again. Hell, I don't know what next will happen. If I will get into more fights with Max, exchange comebacks with Miranda or Sarah, or get repulsively stared at by Sam. Evans is different. I look over at Max just in time to catch him staring at me with his face devoid of emotions. And my stomach does a somersault when his eyes darkens a shade greener. They always do when we exchange glares, or stares.