Sam And Colby Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? She was the one chasing me in college, but I rejected her proposal at graduation. It's been seven years since we last spoke, and honestly, I've already forgotten what she even looks like." Sienna, standing next to him, chimed in, "Come on, Sam and I are about to get married. Why are you still bringing up that pathetic and desperate woman?" Samuel then turned to look at Sienna with eyes full of love and affection. In my previous life, Samuel and I had been the envy of the entire campus. To win me over, he had given me countless portraits of myself. He once said, "Your face appears in my mind whenever I close my eyes. I've painted a hundred portraits of you, and yo

I'm so confused why she's behaving like that. Next day in College, "Clara, is Sam doing good?", I asked Clara. "Yes, senior", she replied. "Are you sure that there's no problem?" "No...btw she's happier these days." "Can I ask you...?" She started, "I don't know why you are so interested in her things. But it's okay. I'll tell you the secret. Because your the one who saved her from that rumour right. She's happy because she got her boy back. I know that Blair's a bitch from the beginning. Sam didn't believe me whenever I talked about her. She's so happy with Wil. I always wished for that."

This morning he had to register for his events, pay his fees and he’d spent the afternoon with his family, leaving no time for him to wander over to Gemma’s campsite. So…maybe if he played his cards right tonight, they could sneak outside and kiss and make up. Then he could get up the gumption to tell her all the things that’d been weighing on him before she left him for good. “Hey, cowboy. Buy me a drink?” Colby turned slightly. Yep. Another buckle bunny trying her luck. He shrugged and didn’t respond, hoping she’d get the hint. She didn’t. Long scarlet nails inched up his shirt. She crowded in so he was enveloped in silicone, rhinestones and a cloud of perfume.

“I imagine so. Clubs aren’t what they used to be. Not that I’d expect you to know the difference.” I looked away for half a second. Just half a second. And that was enough for her to pounce. “Tell me, Samantha,” she said, setting the glass down with a soft clink, “do you enjoy humiliating my son?” I turned to her, stunned. “What?” She stepped forward, voice still calm. “Is that your way of getting attention? Stumbling around in that little dress, letting men grope you in public like some dime-a-dozen girl from the street? Because if that’s what you’re going for, congratulations. You’ve succeeded.”

“Finally, damn I was starting to think you planned on staying here.” Sam blushed for the millionth time in twenty-four hours. She dashed over to the dresser and ripped open the drawers. She threw her clothes into her old brown suitcase while Tabby stood there with her eyebrows raised and foot tapping. “Well?” “Well, what? I am afraid I don’t know what you are talking about,” Sam replied with a mocked look of confusion on her face as she finished emptying the dresser. “Samantha Isabel Peters, You know perfectly well what I am talking about. You spend the night with a cute guy which you just met last night, and are playing dumb with me! Spill it!” Tabby insisted with slight irritation.

The one steady thing in my life. "It's... not like that," I said finally. "we're not like that." Damien sighed dramatically. "Your funeral, man. Just don't come crying to me when some college douche snaps her up in September." The thought sent an uncomfortable jolt through me. Sam leaving for college, probably somewhere prestigious that matched her brain, had been an abstract concept until now. Suddenly it felt very real and very close. "Don't you have work to do?" I snapped. "Actually, I told Jen I'd help you close up." He hopped off the bench. "I'll start on the Williams Corolla."

He started his business plowing snow, cutting down trees, and doing any other yard work he could get his hands on. "Hey, man. How are you? You look confused." I can't tell Percy that I held Sam in my arms and kissed her. Best friends don't fall in love, do they? "Robbie? What's your deal? You haven't said shit to me since I came in. What the hell happened?" "Sam's engaged. She came over here and showed me her ring. And told me all about Mr. Darcy." "You don't still like Sam, do you?"

She grinned as she pulled Celena into the hotel and said, "Come on. Let's not stand outside anymore. Let's get inside. Samara and the others have probably arrived a long time ago." "Samara?" Celena was stunned before she said that name. She looked a little torn and troubled. Samara Fabish used to be Celena's best friend. Unlike Yanely and the others, Samara and Celena were friends who went to the same schools since elementary. They were inseparably growing up. They would even go to the restroom together. At first, they thought their friendship would last forever. However, both of them had a fallout in college because of a young man. Samara kept targeting Celena after that, and they hated eac

I sighed, I could already feel this becoming tedious. “I see you didn’t listen to my warning,” Colton said. “I wish you would have, I don’t want you getting hurt.” He tried to reach over and take my hand, but I pulled away from him. Disappointment crossed his face before he sighed and it cleared into a blank expression. “Okay,” Colton asked, “Why am I here? And why is Samual Kirby here too?” I heard a growl from behind me and shook my head. Colton was trying to bait my grandfather, but I didn’t have time for his games.

Sam noticed the colour drain from my face, as he stood over me, placing a tall glass of orange juice down in front of me. "From them?" he asked, and I nodded, "Yeah, Cole wants to meet me tonight," I said, my voice sounding weak. Sam fell silent a long moment, then started loading food onto the plate in front of me. "Well, don't let it kill your appetite any," he said, giving me a forced smile as he sat down opposite me, filling his own plate.