Little Sam 5 Novels & Stories

Sam gets off the bed and starts to put her clothes back on with a hurried look. I walk over and help her hook her bra. I pull her shirt down and touch the skin on her back one more time. Finally, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me. I close my eyes and return the kiss. "Do you love me, Robbie?" "I guess you'll just have to find out." Sam smiles at my response, and then I realize the time. It's almost time for me to meet Missy. "Promise me you won't see, Missy, tonight."

Mikaela' POV Five Years Later "Lisa! Declan! Samuel! Come over here, you're late!" I called, cupping my hands around my mouth. Two tiny blurs darted through the playground, weaving between other pups with carefree squeals. Their laughter rang through the open courtyard like music. I barely had time to brace myself before they crashed into my legs, one on each side, their little arms wrapping tightly around my waist. "Mama!" Samuel grinned, his front teeth missing. "I won the race!"

One smirk, convince and somehow snap with the reason that they are only facing a kid. “He is just a kid, we can---” Five continuous gunshot echoes, along with the lightning and thunder that are getting bigger and heavier by the second. “What the hell are you?” The five of them now cower I fear, sweat dripping and some piss their pants and one falls back to the couch with his entire body shivering in utter horror. For Sam intentionally miss their heads giving them a graze to their checks and ears. Proving to them that he is not a mere kid.

Little Sam was wearing a cute little outfit that had a slogan on it, which read ‘If you think I’m cute, you should see my dad! I scooped him up into my arms. His cheeky face smiled gleefully as he squealed with delight. I pretended to gobble him up, like a monster. I showered him with kisses as I carried him down the stairs. Mom followed closely behind, tutting as I fussed my little brother. His tiny fingers entwined in my hair, wrapping it around his forefinger. He always did that, obsessed with stroking my hair. “Who’s Ruby’s gorgeous boy?” I asked him.

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.

The voice in her head rebuttles back, trying to get Sammy to make a decision. "I like Steve.. He's my favorite!" Sammy suddenly hears, this time from a slightly different toned voice, which she recalls must be the neon green creature. Before Sammy is able to fully comprehend the change in voices, she immediately hears yet another that she can recognize as the bright blue being from her flashback saying "I would choose Jimmy!.. but Samantha..You now have 45 seconds to make the correct decision!"

I was fully dressed. On the nightstand, beneath a thermos, was a small note. I picked it up. The handwriting was confident and bold, sweeping across the page. "I've got surgery today. Drink the medicine in the thermos. There's porridge in the kitchen. Heat it up yourself." I stared at the note for a while, expressionless. I couldn't figure out what Tyler was really trying to do. If someone said he liked me, I wouldn't believe it for a second.

The shared laughter between them eased the tension, forming a connection of camaraderie. With a nod, Samson motioned for Lucas to follow him. As they walked through the corridors, Lucas couldn't help but ask Samson about Camila's presence in the ongoing interviews. "Is Camila part of the interview process?" Lucas questioned, his voice filled with hope and concern. Samson shook his head. "No, she isn't," he replied, offering a reassuring smile. "You can focus solely on the interview without any distractions." Samson's words provided a sense of relief to Lucas, allowing him to get his thoughts together and concentrate on the task at hand.

He immediately lies down on his belly and chuffed. She inched towards him and smells him before licking the top of his head. Samson sighed like a complete softie. ‘Samson likes to hunt, Tala. You should run.’ I said in the mind link, and she chuffed again before going into a playful stance and taking off. ‘Give her a ten-second start, Samson.’ ‘Fine…TEN!’ he said and took off. So much for waiting.

“You’re close, aren't you? If I dipped my hand down there, I just know I’d find you soaked.” More moans spilled from my lips, shameful and sweet. “Do you want me to make you cum?” I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to beg him for it. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and I knew it would be earth-shattering. And then his words struck me. ‘Little Hunter’. The fog snapped. I shoved off him with a burst of hysterical strength, my heart stuttering as I spun around to face the male who’d almost brought me to climax.