Lincoln X Sam Novels & Stories

Lincoln's POV As we enter English, I notice Sam sitting at a desk across the aisle from mine. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I lean over, extending a hand. “Hello, Sam, is it? I’m Lincoln Grey, future Alpha of the Shadow Pack. It’s nice to meet you.” He shakes me hand “Sam, Sam Williamson” He pauses, looking at me appraisingly, a small smile playing at his lips as he shakes my hand. “I didn’t think that squirt with the chip on his shoulder I met just now was the future Alpha I’d heard about.”

"I can't believe I've just met the notorious Lucas Nicholas Alexander up close." Samantha spoke suddenly while driving the sleek Lamborghini smoothly across the spacious highway. From reviewing the pointers of today's meeting in my notepad, my attention switches to hers in a snap. "He's nothing like the man I heard people talk about before." She continued without tearing her gaze off the road.

May kakaibang kislap sa mga mata ng lalaki nang sambitin ang huling kataga. Mistulang basang sisiw si Sam habang pauwi sila. Nasa likod ito ng sasakyan ni Lyon. Walang kakibu-kibo. "Bumili tayo ng makakain dito," suhestiyon ni Lyon habang inihihinto ang kotse sa tapat ng isang convenient store na magdamagan ang serbisyo. "Siguradong hindi pa kumakain si Sam."

“Yeah. I mean, how else will we get your mom to believe we’re dating?” “We can hold hands.” I lifted an eyebrow. “True. Good start, but if we were actually dating. I’m pretty sure we’d know some things about each other too. Like, what’s your favorite color? Why did you get an electric car instead of gas? Who’s your best friend? Where are you ticklish?” Lincoln paused, the frown firmly back in place. “Green, because I care about the Earth, my brothers, and right behind my ears.” I nodded, trying to memorize his rapid-fire responses. “Okay. Now you ask me.”

"But to make it all better, I suggest I get that one" I cringed and stepped back as he came closer to me, but Lincoln blocked his way. "Lil bro" Sam sang. "Don't you want me to be happy? " "This is not right Sam and you know it" Lincoln growled threateningly and protectively. "I was wronged first, Lincoln!" His former calm demeanor was now gone and replaced with anger. "She was mine! Mine! And they took her away from me. So I don't care if I'll take someone else's mate"

“That’s what you’ve got the money for.” Aidan crossed his arms, leaning back. “What about that Charger out there? The black one.” “Three grand,” Sam said flatly. “You’re not even close.” “Fine. The Mustang, then,” Aidan countered, nodding at a red one gleaming in the sun. “Four grand,” Sam shot back. “You’re dreaming with that stack.” Aidan rubbed his face, frustration simmering. He was used to rolling in sleek rides—BMWs, Audis, cars that turned heads. Now he was haggling for scraps.

he asks with his mouth watering, completely amazed. "The one and only." and Max looks at him and asks. "Are you sure they were going on a date?" "They got into a Bentley Continental GT, Max. I don't think a designer who studied due to the MaxLine scholarship in Paris can afford such a car.” Sam says agitatedly. “Fuck! How come I didn't think of that! I'm an idiot!" Max says and looking at Sam he says panicked. “Go to the human resources department and ask for Meredith Quinn's resume. What if she's married, Sam? “

I find all of them in the living room drinking some of my very expansive bourbon. "I hope you're going to replace that," I tell them. "Sure but knowing you it is probably 500 dollars or more," Will said. "Fine we will get you a new one but can we go I have some ladies to meet," Sam whined. We left to find a car to take. I decided on my White tesla. We all climbed in. Me and Will in the front. Brian, Sam, and Zach in the back. "Brian your leg is touching mine," Sam complained.

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.

I guess it did not help that we were sharing food and giggling like school kids while whispering and gossiping about how ridiculous some guests were. Lincoln and I shared moments through our eyes a few times, especially after Lydia excused herself and went to the bathroom, I assume. “So,” I whispered, “I have to ask since I feel like I've just signed my death-warrant even though we both know that we will probably never see each other again. Are you and Samu a thing?” His demeanour soured for a moment as he cast his eyes at her across the table, and he scoffed. “We are a thing when she's not trying to please her friends or get her parents' approval,” he said bitterly.