Icarly Samantha Puckett Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. I released myself from her, then turned to greet my uncle and my cousins, Emily and Jack. Emily, 15, was a shy and bookish girl who smiled softly at me, while Jack, 4, was a ball of energy who flung himself at me with a loud "Cousin Carlton!" I turned to Samantha, who was watching the scene. "Aunt Claire, Uncle Reginald, this is my wife, Samantha," I said, clasping Samantha's hand with mine, pulling her close.

"That one that always pronounced all his r's like 'let's go to my carrrrrrrrrrr, Sam. It is not too farrrrrrrrrr frrrrom here.'" No sooner had I finished than I broke into a chortle, with Juliette and Beckham way ahead of me; the both of them already wheezing with laughter. "I hate you, Stephanie, so much," Sam choked out between laughs of her own. Yeah, that was me - Stephanie Joseph, daughter of one of the city's biggest business tycoons, Hamilton Joseph. Standing at a height of 5'8, with full chocolatey brown hair and a face which many would consider attractive, it is a no brainer that I am pretty much what you'd call the "it" girl of Ravens High.

I chewed on my salad without looking up, letting Samantha shove the camera right in my face. Samantha grew bolder when I didn't react. "And hey, aren't you all curious how she got that BMW 5 Series?" she purred at the camera. "She's just a regular employee—where's all that money coming from?" "I heard…" she winked conspiratorially, "different luxury cars pick her up from work all the time." The chat exploded. [Oh, so she's an escort.]

Savannah said, motioning to another part of the backyard. Under a very huge tree, there was a long picnic table. Charlie saw Tristan helping set the table while two other ladies were arranging the food. An older woman, seemingly in her early seventies, sat on one end. "This must be Charlie," the older woman said. Savannah approached, introducing, "Mom, this is Charlie, Taylor's girlfriend." Turning to Charlie, Savannah said, "Charlie, this is my mom, Samara Carrington." "Hello, Charlie. It's nice to meet you." Samara smiled brightly. She stood up, reaching out to Charlie, saying, "Come here, child."

Savannah said, motioning to another part of the backyard. Under a very huge tree, there was a long picnic table. Charlie saw Tristan helping set the table while two other ladies were arranging the food. An older woman, seemingly in her early seventies, sat on one end. "This must be Charlie," the older woman said. Savannah approached, introducing, "Mom, this is Charlie, Taylor's girlfriend." Turning to Charlie, Savannah said, "Charlie, this is my mom, Samara Carrington." "Hello, Charlie. It's nice to meet you." Samara smiled brightly. She stood up, reaching out to Charlie, saying, "Come here, child."

” “You called, idiot. Here I am, helping you ‘review’ this charity thing. Lucresia licked her lips with a pop sound and moved back to her seat. Samantha pulled up a chair to the table and sat with them and immediately attacked the chicken nuggets. “Uh… Kelly, this is Samantha, my sister; Sam, Kelly. My…” “Girlfriend,” Kelly supplied helpfully. “Oh,” said Felix, surprised, “yeah, I uh, yeah. We’re dating now. I… yeah. Yeah.”

"What do you mean by that?" "I grew up here. High school freshman year that very same person was Mr. Sam The T, the star slot-back on the football team. Hell of a chip blocker, he could catch anything close and his routes sent a lot of D-backs crying to their mama after being made the fool in front of everybody who mattered. He and I dated a few times, kids stuff, we both liked air hockey and tongue hockey so our dates included both. The problem was, Sam lacked confidence in EVERYTHING because as a freshman he had a small dick. I mean it was real small, 'belongs in diapers' small... or so I have been told. I did not have first-hand knowledge at that age. Sophomore year was the big change, Sa

He chuckled "Samuel is just my middle name..My first name is Shaurya.." "Its a beautiful name...I think I like that one more..Can I call you Shaurya from now on? " "If you want..I won't complain ,its sounds amazing coming from you anyway " I giggled "Why ? don't you love it? "I mean it was a beautiful name ,how can he not love it "Its not that ,just that I'm used to everybody calling me Sammy that I forgot that I actually have a first name"We both laughed at that "The only person that I know who doesn't like her first name is McKenzie..I swear she'll bury you alive if you call her by it" Sammy added making me furrow my eyebrow at him

Sammy replied as he tapped on Cameroon's shoulders, he was too shy to look at the cameras. “Now that you are the senior most, handsome, wealthy a successful senior and sought after bachelor, are you here to find some miss bachelorette?” Another one asked Before he could answer, another paparazzo asked, “There was a rumor that you and Miss Ivana had a ‘thing' “Yeah, that was just a rumor,” Sammy said, then walked away, leaving them with speculations as they turned to another guest that just arrived. Unfortunately, for them, it was Ivana's mother and her grandkids. She had no time to answer any question as she tried shielding her grandkids from the cameras and flashlights.

I'm sure that if his father never forced him to focus on the family business, then he would have joined the drama club and try to go into acting. Mikey gasped and said, "The spawns of Satan are here too!?" "Hey!" scowled the two little boys behind her. Ali stood up and walked towards Samantha. She stuck out her hand to introduce herself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ali Dream." Ali said in a kind tone. She stuck out her hand for Samantha to shake. Samantha smiled and shook Ali's hand. "I'm Samantha Myers. My friends call me Sam for short." "I'm Kyle and that's my brother Zack!" chirped Kyle. Stepping in front of his mom to shake Ali's hand.