Sam And Deena Novels & Stories

{SAM’S POV} Sam was still reeling. That scene inside the mobile home had been so intense, he still couldn’t process it. That creep. The knife. The struggle. His cheek. And then Samantha. Killing him like that. It was unbelievable. Who was she? As he sat in the roadside diner, across from her in a booth, he looked her over. He was more attracted to her than ever—but also wary now. Cautious. She looked totally relaxed, sipping on her vanilla milkshake, and he couldn’t understand. Was this the same chick? Here she was, this totally cool and hot, awesome chick, who he loved hanging out with—and yet she had also been that crazy, psycho girl that totally killed that creep without even blinking an

She knew Elizabeth, they had been close friends. "Mom! You okay?" Carl said as he and Ashely knelt to pick up the broken plate, "Who is this, Dad?" Ashley asked. "Sorry, Deb, I should have told you. Kids, this is Samantha Conners, my daughter." Now the kids stared. Sam blushed, looked at me for support. She got down on the floor with the kids and picked up pieces, "Here, let me help." Deb wiped her hands on a towel, over and over, "When...How?....Who?" She stammered.

"Anything works for me." Samnatha stared at the cream-colored ceiling of her home office dazedly. She was sprawled in the center of the sleek floor like a starfish, black leggings clinging to pure muscle and sheer white top three sizes too large draping down from her like a silky waterfall. Once barefoot but now fuzzy socked, Samantha had ended her work done and unplugged her phone from the speaker so she could call Ashly and start discussing the group date. "What's the estimated attendance?"

said Win. "I'm dead serious. I want Ashly as my Donna and I intend to make her mine," replied Alexander , "Sam , you were just lecturing me not 20 minutes ago about taking a Donna. Problem solved." "And 20 minutes ago you swore you didn't want one.," spluttered Sam , "And I didn't mean a cop I thought maybe Lisa or Cat, you know, someone you already know you can tolerate for the rest of life. You were with Sammy for year and never once mentioned making her your donna!"

He raised his eyebrow. She shook her head in fear. After she thought of it "Okay, please bring me home Mr. Charles." "Good. Let's go to my car." They walked towards where the car was parked. She sat quietly in the car looking outside the window. "By the way, what's your name?" Sam just looked at him without replying. Charles was disappointed. "After I saved you, you don't want to give me even your name?" "I'm Samantha." "So you're studying in MSU." He asked after he glanced at her.

Sarah bounces beside me. “Yep. Hi!” I chirp. “Hi. I’m Samantha, but you can call me Sammy.” My jaw goes slack. “Your eyes are so cool.” “Thanks. I like the red streak in your hair.” She smiles. I blush. “Thanks.” I’m not used to so much attention. “Hello. I’m Alexi.” She sits on my other side. “Don’t worry. I felt the same way when I met the ladies too.” “Okay, girls. Give her some space. Geez.” Wren pushes between Anna and Sammy.