Sam And Colby Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Havoc exclaimed as he walked towards me, making my gaze colder. "You don't need to accept me as your mate, because I, myself, don't accept you as my mate!" I retorted. Seeing that my words had no effect on him and seemed to be a soft threat. I added and swore with a cold yet serious tone. "I, Samarah Colleen, rejected Havoc Wilsey as my mate." Whoever falls in love with him again is a dog!

I can’t believe she still kept the robe. “You should take the robe off. You don’t want to catch a cold”, I walked over to her, a couple of towels in hand. “I know the truth.” I stopped. Letting Steph come was a good idea after all. “And what truth would that be?” I turned her to face me, then I took one of the towels and started drying her hair. “I mean I know everything that went down six years ago”, Sam mumbled from under the towel. “We have a lot to talk about then.”

They'd been using this excuse to play out their little affair right under my nose, knowing I couldn’t see. Alisa, clearly annoyed that Sam’s attention wasn’t on her, grabbed her phone and typed out a message for him to see: [Sam, we’re out of condoms. Why don’t you ask your wife to grab them? Otherwise, as the star of this movie, I might just moan out loud!] The bedframe gave a small tremble as she smirked and pressed her lips together. Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic.

After all, Calvin and Camelia’s marriage had never been announced to the public. Samantha looked at her phone screen, then smiled in satisfaction. “Calvin,” she called softly. “Hm?” Calvin turned his head. “I love you very much,” Samantha said. “I’m happy that you stayed faithful and waited for me.” Calvin only nodded. “I’ll come often,” Samantha replied lightly. “At least until you’re truly better.” Meanwhile, elsewhere. Camelia sat in a simple room. Her phone vibrated softly on the table. She turned her head, then picked it up.

"The radio station isn't Jessica's personal territory and is owned by the military. If she can't understand that, she doesn't deserve to wear the uniform," Samson said to Celia, firmly and confidently. "But Jess hasn't been home in days. I don't want you two fighting because of me," Celia said. "She's just being stubborn. This isn't about you," Samson replied. Then, the whole mood changed as I heard Celia laughing. "Sam, don't let go! Hold on, I'm going to fall! Ah…! I'm falling! Sam! Catch me!"

Of all the things I thought he might ask, that wasn't on the list. "No," I mumbled, the word barely audible. I forced myself to look back at him, "I've never... done that." My mind flashed to Logan, the moments we'd shared. Now I realized there was nothing intimate about us, he only wanted to satisfy himself and he is done. I was so stupid. "The only person I've ever been with was Logan, and it wasn't... we never really connected like that." A slow, wicked smirk spread across Tyler's lips, "So you're a blank canvas," he murmured, his eyes glittering. "Are you willing to explore, Sam? To explore everything that exists... with me?"

We were up most of the night their bodies pressed against mine, then just repeating it all over this morning. It’s crazy how different things are with them. I feel like I’m in a new position every five minutes, and I love every second of it. Sam always stuck to the same moves; I faked it most of the time. That’s not a problem anymore. None of them will cum before me, sometimes before I’ve cum and few times, I haven’t even begun to think about faking it with them, there’s no reason to. My body slams into the car next to me, Colt pressed tightly to my body. “I’m going to need you to stop thinking about whatever you’re thinking about, Onyx. Your arousals about to drive me insane.” He rasps, his

"I want you even more, Sam." "Not possible," I countered. Our eyes met again, and he bent to kiss me. Our kisses were fast and furious, full of lust and passion. The tension in my muscles seemed to melt away as Robbie's body massaged mine. I spread my legs, inviting him to enter me. He fumbled in the nightstand, quickly slipping on a condom.

Ughh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV

she snapped, her wound reopened. "Oh, so you left because of Claire?" Again, Kaleb's voice was mocking. "No, I left because of me," Sasha recoiled, and it was her stupidity sending him a text. "And what about you and Samson? I see the way he looked at you at the party. He seems to really like you and the both of you seem really familiar with each other. What do I make out of that?" Kaleb sounded different, odd even.