Icarly Samantha Puckett Novels & Stories

TOP 5" responds Sammy as she laughs and shakes her head from side to side while adding the drinks to Luke's tab "Hey, Sam!" Luke says honestly."On a serious note, when are you gonna give me another shot?" "What do you want? Tequila? Vodka?" Sammy asks Luke, knowing full well that this isn't what he's talking about in the slightest. "Samantha Lillian Jacobs , you know damn well that I'm not talking about booze... I'm talking about you and me, " Luke says seriously with a rigid look on his face. "Wow, pulling out my full name now?" Sammy asks questionably with a shy smile on her face, knowing she really doesn't want to have this conversation.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

She’s the third and final cheer captain. Boys drool over her and fall at her feet. She’s the second most popular girl after Kylie. Samantha’s biggest belief is that the cheer captain and the quarterback belong together. Hence why she is always all over and constantly trying to get with Daniel. Samantha is a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes. She always has acrylics and would never walk out of her house in anything other than a dress or skirt. Samantha King is that girl. Hence why I’m not a fan of her.

She’s the third and final cheer captain. Boys drool over her and fall at her feet. She’s the second most popular girl after Kylie. Samantha’s biggest belief is that the cheer captain and the quarterback belong together. Hence why she is always all over and constantly trying to get with Daniel. Samantha is a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes. She always has acrylics and would never walk out of her house in anything other than a dress or skirt. Samantha King is that girl. Hence why I’m not a fan of her. “I’m going to class Dan” I say and his eyes widen at the thought of being left alone with her.

Jake Mitchell, Samantha’s co-anchor chimed in, swiveling his chair toward her. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Samantha scoffed, puckering her lips as someone dabbed them with a tissue. “I would.” Jake smirked. “Come on, give me all the juicy details of your love life. Did you meet him at some event you were working, or was it a swipe right kind of thing?” “Jake, stop being a creep,” Samantha uttered. “I hate it when you’re like this.” “Fine,” Jake surrendered, willing himself to be serious. “So, why the pig comment?”

"You need one? Oh god, I told you don't go into depression... But you don't listen to me. Now tell me how am I gonna tell aunty about this, that her daughter got into depression because of his crush, who was never hers!?" "Done?" "No! You don't have to kill yourself! You're not done yet!" "Sam, are you for real?" I said really irritated. "Oh god. Now she's questioning reality. I better get your mom here!" she said and stood up only to be pulled back on the bad. She sat with a thud. "Are you done, SAM!?" "Yea. Now listen to me, Ms. Hannah Quinn" "Yes, speak, Ms. Samantha Parker Kent!"

she said “Samantha I like the way you dress, you look neat and good and also you smell nice. First impression matters and you have passed the first stage of the test.” Caroline said. “Thank you so much ma” she replied “Now you have to pass the other test” “Have you worked as a chef before?” Caroline asked “Yes ma. I have worked in my aunty's restaurant. I worked there for 3 years ma.” Samantha replied. “So why quit? Why apply with an agency? Were they cases of food poisoning or what?” Caroline asked.

“And this is—” “You don’t need to introduce her,” Savannah interrupts. “This is Samantha Webber, aka Sam, from Ohio. Dual major in Art and Digital Media, mostly focused on painting. Second-semester sophomore at this fine institution. And before the world fell apart, she had an internship at the Met—restoration department.” She strides over and extends her hand. “Pleasure to meet such a bright young talent. I’m Savannah Carmichael.” I’m a little dazzled by how much she knows about me. I dumbly shake her hand and take the dollop of hand sanitizer she offers. “The pleasure’s all mine,” I mumble.

I snort. Samantha smacks the iPad down again and I swear I can hear the screen creak. “I mean it this time, Johnson! My job is not to be your matchmaker. And if that’s what it’s going to become, I quit!” “Alright, alright!” I hold up my hands. She is too good a PR person to lose. “I’ll come away from the next event with a girl. I promise.” “Good.” Samantha snaps up her suffering iPad and storms toward the door. “I’ll be in touch.”

She looked up at once. In Baylich City—how could anyone possibly recognize her? The moment their eyes met, her breath caught. She was momentarily stunned. It was Matt—the guy she had spent a night with, doing nothing, the night Connor and his friends schemed to humiliate her. Samantha kept her composure. She lifted her gaze calmly. "Sorry, sir," she said flatly. "You must be mistaken. My name is Cammy. Cammy Bennett." Matt smiled. There was something chilling in the way he did it, like a shadow out of the underworld.