Icarly Samantha Puckett Novels & Stories

Sammy says as she approached my desk. I'm trying to push back the vision of bending her over my desk, rolling up that skirt and slapping that tight ass of hers. "Uh...It's fine. Samantha Gale. This is Alpha Jackson of Red Rock." I introduce her, slightly rising from my chair. Luke stands up. "Samantha." He flashes her a smile. "Please, call me Sammy." She smiles back. "Sammy....That's cute." He grins. I clear my throat. Luke looks over at me as I shoot him a look.

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 the 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?

Samantha is a lowly employee without even a title or cause for bragging. "Wait ... this must be a mistake." Sean's lecture was interrupted by Carol White, who questioned a completely absurd-sounding statement. "How is Samantha married to the Stein family? The Samantha in front of you right now is my servant; she doesn't even hail from an aristocratic family, so something must be amiss, or perhaps you have the wrong Samantha." Carol tried to explain, hoping that what she heard was not the truth. Sean grinned at Carol White's remarks and clarified that he was entirely misinformed. "You're Samantha Wallach, right? Elizabeth Wallach and Scott Dahmer's child?" Sean queried Samantha, who was stand

Mark lost his job at the warehouse, some bullshit about cutbacks, and I’d just graduated high school with no plan beyond flipping burgers or community college if I could scrape the cash. Samantha—Sam, she insisted I call her—was the only bright spot in the mess. She was twenty-eight, ten years older than me, with this effortless beauty that made her look like she stepped out of a magazine. Long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, green eyes that crinkled when she smiled, and a body that… well, let’s just say she filled out her yoga pants in ways that kept me up at night. She worked from home as a “content creator,” whatever that meant—vlogs or something, she said vaguely. But she h

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.

“Hey! I’m not sticking any mysterious sex toy in my mouth unless we go inside and sanitize each of them,” she said loudly, causing Talia to sigh and replace her toy inside the trunk. Irene looked at Sammy. “You know, you’re acting an awful lot like your brother Parker right now.” Sammy looked downright offended. She slammed her sex toy chest closed and glared at her. “You take that back,” she said threateningly. “No.” “Take it back or I will give Parker your phone number,” she threatened.

Then I add, “Sammy followed me to keep me out of mischief. Spangles just happened because of a stupid plan I had.” “That is quite amazing,” Johno says. “Two-country girls trying to make it in the big city.” “Oh, it is just temporary.” Sammy says, “Becca here is going to take over…” I slap her gently on her arm, “Sammy, don’t bore the boys with our silly adventures.” Then Josh for the first time speaks again, “So Sammy? What is your last name, then?” “I am Samantha Ellis. Fancy, hey?” “And you, Becca?”

Samantha said. "Okay, so why is a twenty two year old girl still a virgin? Don't tell me you've never fallen in love?" Alexander asked. "Love?" Samantha chuckled. "Wanna hear a story?" Samantha asked. "I'm all ears." Alexander said. "When I said I lived a boring life I wasn't lying. I never really had time for boys or relationships but... There used to be a friend I liked... He was my prom date and best friend other than Penelope. But he left when I was seventeen. A month after my prom." Samantha explained.

Then she moved on to the people who hadn't been there, including the names of a few C-list celebrities and socialites whom I had only a passing familiarity with at that point in time. Then, completely out of the blue, she brought up Samantha. My eyes snapped to hers in surprise as soon as I heard the familiar name, even though I had gotten into the habit of merely nodding my head mechanically. "Samantha Williams," she remarked in a noteworthy manner. In other words, she is Ryder Williams' daughter. On the East Coast, she is currently enrolled in her final year of college. Even though I appeared surprised and impressed, I was well aware of all of that information. But what was her purpose in

Jett said as Sam choked on her wine and I glared at Jett. “What’s stronger than crack?” Finley asked as I started to laugh. “Jett, stop being an asshole,” Connor said. “What are your plans after graduation?” Damon asked Sam. “I want to go to college and study social work, get my bachelor’s degree,” she said. “You want to be a social worker?” Finley asked her. “I know what it’s like to struggle and feel forgotten, I’d like to help other children to not feel that way,” she said. “I think that’s very admirable of you,” Kat said and smiled at her.