Sad Sam Book Novels & Stories

Sam surprised us when he got down on his knee and held up the bouquet. Although I'm mad at Sam for hurting Clark, at the same time, I wasn't. Liam came to my side and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close as we watched. "Clark," Sam starts as he licks his lips nervously. "We knew each other since we were kids. We grew up together in the same neighborhood. I was like your big brother who protects you from bullies. Deep down, I cared deeply for you, not brotherly. It's weird for a teen to fall in love with a boy quickly. So, I waited. I waited until you got older. Before I could find you, my parents died, killing me. I stay away, hidden to grieve." He takes a deep breath and contin

“What else is in there?” Samantha smiled and looked back in it. “Hey Chris, wasn’t this yours?” She held up a book, it looked like a collection of horror stories. She opened it and looked at the first page. “Yep. Property of Jerk #1.” “Oh, yeah. I was a jerk... sorry about that.” Samantha shrugged. “Don’t be sorry, unless I owe you a butt whoopin!” She glared at him but I could feel the slight amusement in our bond. “Do I?” She glanced at Jake next who flinched and hid behind Violet now.

Lauren begs, and Sam shakes her head. "Tell me the truth," Samantha orders with power, and Lauren whimpers. "He went nuts. I didn't blame him. What they made him witness...I would never recover. I told him where to hide after he killed the old Luna. I had let him in to do it. I didn't know she was a victim too. I thought she was as sick and twisted as her mate. I didn't think it was fair that she was pardoned. It wasn't until Samantha found the diaries that I realized I had allowed an innocent woman to be killed... I told him he could live out his days quietly. I never thought he would want revenge. I thought his hate died with Graham and Hazel, but it didn't...I was in town at the office. S

he said his eyes glistening. I nodded about my head vigorously trying to think something but my mind was totally blank. Thing which keeps me sane? Calms me give me comforts? What's it? I closed my eyes trying to remember something. Suddenly Joshua's face came infront of me, how he cares for me, he concerns for me, tell me what's wrong and right, his presence calms me, he comforts me when I need it, he-he is the one who keeps me sane. I opened my eyes and stuttered out "Y-you it's you who keeps me sane."

I was sitting on a comfortable chair way too close to Satan and I crossed my legs to avoid anyone catching a glimpse of my underwear. "I called for you last night," Samael remarked, his narrowed eyes focused on me. He held a glass of red wine, and his fiancée shot us a sharp glance. I looked forward again. "I'm a deep sleeper, especially after experiencing trauma," I responded rather grumpily. When I heard a snort, I whipped my head to the side. Sam's fiancé quickly turned her head away but I saw her rolling her eyes directed at me. Bitch.

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

“Then what do we do about Samara? She can’t stay in the dungeons forever. And Cooper might still come for her.” “Maybe not. Maybe we can convince her to help us.” “How?” “By telling her where she comes from.” He hands me the closed book. “Maybe start with that.” I glance up at the shelves. There are other identical books to the one I’m holding. Pulling each one out, I see that they all have the same gold lettering, but the pages are blank, like they are waiting to be filled. “Any luck?” Damien asks as he and Klaus make their way into the office.

“I don’t want you, two to lose your jobs. He might be a vengeful man and all it will take him to know who gave those photos is just one call.” “Using his money for his own interest,” one scoffed angrily. Sam was in a dazed all throughout after that encounter at the bookstore. She didn’t stay long at the foundation because her mind was filled with images of Damian and Vittoria. When she went back home, she curled up on her bed and cried to vent her pain. She kept on telling herself what a fool she is for not getting over her feelings for him. She nearly forgotten the dinner invitation that Vanessa had called her for earlier. Thankfully, her friend called to remind and Sam was able to remember

The works. By the time I was done, the counters looked like a magazine spread. And then I… left it. Just left it there on the island like some weird offering to the god of chaos who’d dropped into my life. “Bon appétit, Moretti,” I muttered, heading back to my room. Laptop. Bed. Reality check. I flipped the screen open, the glow washing over my tired face. One click into my banking app, and there it was. Eight. Million. Dollars.

Their touches lingered longer than necessary — hands on waists, fingers brushing thighs, heated gazes in the brief moments between battles. Midnight Confessions In a longer lull around 3 AM, they sat together near the center of the roof, backs against each other in a protective triangle, catching their breath. “I keep seeing their faces,” Kael admitted quietly. “Every infected I kill… I still see my little brothers.” Serena reached back and intertwined her fingers with his. “I smell burning sage and Elara’s perfume every time I close my eyes.” Damien’s voice was low. “I still hear Viktor’s last words. ‘My greatest pride.’”