Little Sam 5 Novels & Stories

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 sighed, my shoulders stooping low. “Hello!” I whispered, heart rate doubling. Silence. Loud and intense. “Who's this?” I asked, frowning a bit. “Samien!” The voice buzzed into my ears, thick and hoarse. I recognized it a t once. “Dad!” I said in a low barely audible voice. “Where the hell are you?” He roared, shivers coursing down my spine.

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!"

Are you sleeping? "I'm sleeping," Sammy answered mechanically. She had a strange feeling that someone else was talking for her, and she herself remained in some subspace. - Then rest ... Come on, bye. The call was interrupted, the phone chimed melodiously. Samantha set it aside and rubbed her eyes. The headache eased a little, and she managed to recover a little. What's happened? Sammy remembered everything that happened in the forest, until the moment when she saw yellow eyes on the guy's face. Further darkness.

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.

I looked at Miriam who was keenly looking at Ken as if she had something to say about him or to him. “Miriam, what is in your mind?” I asked her. “Ken, are you sure you never went up to form four?” Miriam asked Ken. “Yes, why do you think I am lying?” Ken asked, turning to face Miriam. “You know a lot, I don’t believe you. You even know how to drive a car.” Miriam said looking into Ken’s eyes. Ken laughed. “Does driving a car need special education? Not at all. As long as you can engage the gears, balance the wheel and just a few more other things and you are good to go.” Ken told Miriam with a soft-spoken voice as if trying to imitate how she talked.

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!"