Sam And Colby Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Since when do you question me?" He apologized, and I heard the keyboard clacking in the background. "We've got your location, sir." "Okay, bye." I said and hung up My eyes went back to Samantha, whose smile had already disappeared, and she was looking at Canyon and his sister with a solemn expression, like they were going somewhere without her. I stood up and approached them. "What's going on?" I asked. Canyon said, "We are going to forage for blueberries." I looked at Samantha, who was just playing with the soft sand with her feet. "Would you mind if we go with you?" I asked Canyon. Samantha's face immediately lit up. Canyon said, "No, we could use some hands." I looked at Samantha, who h

They all bought his sensitive musician act, of course, until he dumped them after he had his fun. "Bro, are you going to Scar's tomorrow night?" Pete asked as they changed after football practice. "Of course!" he replied with a smile. At the last party at Scarlett's, he ended up having a three some with two freshmen girls in Scar's parents room. "I'm starving. The Spot?" Chad asked. Chad and Pete were Sam's two best friends. They were on the football team together and all three had the same reputation. "Definitely." Sam smirked. He shut his gym locker and they left the school.

The Border Guard This is now the Full, Extended Version. Only available on I****t and my paid sites: kksdarkerotica.com Note from the Author: Explicit sex. Some forced. Lust and shapeshifting under a full moon. A best friends to unwilling lovers tale. Read with caution. SAMANTHA “Jaecar.” I laughingly skipped out to the trees. Catching him as he was rising from bathing in the river. “Sam…” He sighed. Frowning and I realized he was undressed and coming out of the water. It was already revealing his glistening dark skin down the deep lines of his muscled hip bones.

“Um… I think she is. I don’t know Tyler that well, but I listen to town gossip, and she is definitely his type. Maybe she’ll be his muse for the night.” God, can she ever stop talking? Soon after, the music died down, and they walked back to where we stood. I looked down at their intertwined hands. I didn’t just feel rage—I could fucking kill Tyler now! Samantha is a stranger to me, but she’s my mate, and touching her is forbidden! “Enjoyed the dance?” I asked. “Yeah… I’ve found my muse for the night,” he announced, looking at her, then back at me. “I'll be choosing Sam as my muse for tonight.”

Devon shifted closer to me, while Diana half-hid behind my leg, clutching her flowers tightly. I opened my mouth to explain, but Samantha’s glare was enough to silence me. “I did not think it was possible for someone to look so relieved and so furious at the same time,” I thought to myself, swallowing hard. This… was not going to be an easy conversation. And as Samantha’s gaze bore into me, I knew I was in trouble.

Even if they start early, it will still take them forever. I suddenly chuckled as last night’s scene replayed in my mind. Samantha caught off guard, her hand on my hard díck. I didn’t care what explanation she gave. If she wanted it, she could’ve just said so. I would’ve let her. But to be fair, I know she wasn’t lying. Everyone I’ve ever slept with complains about how loud I snore.

"Dean, I can't breathe," Sama Arthur gasped, the nightmares tearing at her throat even as she struggled to sit up on top of the bed, her body glistening with sweat. Her shoulder burn pulsed, scorching and electric, as if someone was branding her anew.Dean Wason leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, that immovable calmness on his face. "What's it this time? Another dream?""It's not a dream," Sama pressed on, nails biting into the sheets. "I saw him, Dean. I smelled him. The one before you."Dean's jaw clenched, the rogue ripple in his eyes reappearing. "You mean that sorry attempt at an Alpha? The one who had the audacity to touch you before I did?"Sama nodded, breathing unsteady. "Theo. His

Seeing that, I habitually hesitated; the clean-freak in me screamed not to touch him under such disgusting circumstances. The live stream had only been running for several minutes. Samantha's drone was still perched on the rusted beams of the factory, but the audio connection had long since been cut off. On the dark web, the netizens were going wild in the chat. "Who the hell is that guy? Did he just fire a gun?" "Whoa, he has such a terrifying presence!" "Samantha seems scared of him. Did she address him as 'Captain' just now?"

“You just don’t listen properly.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.” “Thank you,” I said smoothly. That earned me a glare that was only half-serious. Cole, who had been watching the entire exchange with a wide grin, leaned toward the fire like he was settling in for a show. “You know,” he said, chuckling, “one day you’re both gonna look back and realize you spent years flirting under the guise of mutual hatred.” The air shifted instantly. Samantha froze, the smirk dying on her lips. “We’re not—” she began, but the words tangled, uncertain, as if even she couldn’t find a strong enough denial.

“And that was shitty of me. It sucks that took this event for me to realize that was wrong, but it is what it is and I’ll do my best to prove to you I can be a worthy mate.” Rain popped up beside Colby, making me jump. Where Colby was then Rain was usually close by. The two of them were very close to one another, having been friends since they were in literal diapers. “Colby is right. All of us are going to prove to you we can be a worthy mate.” “Except Matt,” Colby muttered to Rain, but he didn’t say it soft enough that I couldn’t make out what he was saying. “Shut up, What if he hears?”