Sad Sam Book Novels & Stories

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

“We thought your… stalker might’ve gotten to you.” I snort, attempting humor that tastes bitter in my mouth. “Ha-ha.” I bend to grab the books I tossed and shove them back into the shelf, wanting to erase their very existence. Tempting Him and Kamasutra: Teacher’s Edition. My cheeks burn. I never, ever want to see them again. That was… catastrophic. Humiliating. Surely, that couldn't have gone any worse. “You okay?” Sam asks, tilting his head, confusion and concern mixing in his eyes.

When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand. Me? I smile, too. Because I was born with alexithymia, meaning I’m a heartless sociopath that doesn’t feel any emotions. Nice to meet you, Mr. Devil. I grin at him, licking my canine. How are you going to manipulate my heart, when I don’t have one? ------ Chapter 001 The Soul Trial [Thanks for joining the Soul Trial, hero D25M12! Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you!]

Samantha I get home, slip off my shoes, and open a bottle of white wine. I need this after the day I’ve had. I went to four other job interviews after the one at Maxwell Publishing. They were all brutal. Each one had wall-to-wall women who looked like models applying for the jobs. The job market is tough right now, so I have no idea what my chances are of getting a call back. I take a seat on my couch with my glass of wine in hand. I place the glass of wine in my hand on the couch, making sure not to spill as I lie back and close my eyes.

A/N: This will only be a very short prologue to hopefully get you a little curious about Samantha's story. This book will contain mature, steamy scenes, swearing, and heavy context. So this is an explicit 18+ book, read at own risk!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️ Btw I am a beginner in writing. It might take you a couple of chapters to fully get into the story, so please don't give up too soon on me❤❤❤

Eventually, Damien passed out on the couch, and I retreated to my room, oddly sober despite the alcohol. The gifts from dinner were still in their bag, the drafting tools, the vintage shirt, and Sam's journal. I ran my fingers over the leather cover again, feeling the weight of possibility it represented. Sam believed I had something worth saying, worth preserving. She saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself.

Sasha And The Priest (2) Sasha's POV His hand clamped around my wrist like a vice, the heat of his palm burning into my skin as he shoved me back against the rough wooden wall of the confessional. The narrow booth felt even smaller now with Father Samuel towering over me, his broad chest heaving, those storm-gray eyes no longer calm or holy but blazing with raw, furious lust. My heart slammed against my ribs, a wild mix of triumph and terror flooding my veins. I had pushed him, teased him for weeks, and now the man of God was about to break.

“I saw it.” Sammy ran both hands through his hair, pacing now. “This is bad. Like so fucked up bad. We’re talking ancient sacrifice clause bad.” Jane’s eyes were glossy. She didn’t even try to hide it. “You’re telling me the only two books that had answers just conveniently burned?” I felt it too. That sinking feeling. Too convenient. Sammy suddenly stopped pacing and looked at Jayden like he was trying to memorize him. “I can’t lose Jayden,” he said, and his voice broke in a way I had never heard before. “I can’t even imagine life without him.”

Kate beamed at Damian as he put Samuel down on his lap and pointed at the picture book. Damian oozed calmness, which was perfect for my kids. Samuel ignored the picture book that Damian held up and stared at the colorful tattoos on Samuel’s arm, touching them with his small hands as if he thought they’d come alive under his fingertips. My heart swelled once more, and I turned quickly before I got too emotional.

Yes he was the not the planter to those two fossils and I am happy to have him in my life. Sam I thought would have been my last chance in a man, because he was the last good man in my planet. Yes the last good fellow that shared humanity and strength in the society. But then what happened, yes Sam was good and a loving husband but he was corrupted. Let me warn you children from what I learnt from the big book that said evil communication corrupts good manners. And that was so and the case with Sam, my last good chance of eternal happiness in a matrimony.