Sam And Monica Novels & Stories

“Uncle—” But she wasn’t prepared yet for another anguish, when a news played over the large screen placed on top of one of the building that was facing the highway. “Congratulations, Ms. Montreal!” The name caught Italia’s attention, and she couldn’t have been mistaken when she saw the woman’s familiar face. “Oh, thank you, Alicia.” It is Samantha, who was in pure joy, but Italia’s eyes averted to whom she is with as of that moment. “My, you two looks lovely tonight, but then as always.” The woman continue. “But our audience had been curious, you two being together, hmm?”

SAMANTHA The door swung open before I knocked the second time. Macey stood there in leggings and a cropped hoodie, hair piled on top of her head in that messy, effortless way that made her look like she lived on P*******t. She barely blinked before smirking. “Girl, my brother refused to let you go without imprinting himself on you. You reek of sex.” Heat crept up my neck and flushed my cheeks. “Hi, Mace.” She leaned on the doorframe like she was hosting a talk show. “Hi, Sam. You wanna come in? Or just stand there marinated in whatever testosterone-laced cologne situation you’ve got going on?”

"You'll be alright without me; don't worry. Just let me live my dream; you just need to trust me and my love for you." "And I will always trust you, because I know you love me more than anything." Maybe that's the truth. Maybe they will be okay without each other. Sam loves her, and she loves Sam; that's all that matters. Sam remembers the first time he met Monika. Three years ago. In the hospital. They fell in love with each other; both he and Monika even turned out to be mates. How they spent their first time with each other. How they made love with each other

He said in a serious tone. “Let’s go.” He continued as he turned around to go to his car parked on the side of the road. Sam was left with no choice but to follow him since she was the one who made a promise that she would treat him once they meet again. Sam was about to open the car door when she heard a familiar voice. She turned then saw Olivia with her friends and Mon, her boyfriend. “Sam! Look who’s here Mon. She’s the top 1 in our class.” Olivia sneered and looked at her boyfriend. She did not notice the car next to Sam.

His bet, and he must be the first to get her. Looking at his phone screen, Samuel got a text message from Tasha again. "Oh, I thought you came because you like Helen, and maybe you want to date her now," Tasha sent another message, and Samuel read it with a furrowed expression. "No," Samuel replied. "I am not into Helen Kingston," he texted Tasha, before dropping his phone. Samuel went back to his bed to sleep as he didn't want to discuss about Helen for the night again. *****

Said Ashley, standing up to her feet. "The pay is on me" Alex said. "Hey, are you trying to show off now huh?" Sam said. "Maybe" Alex shrugged. "I don't like ice- cream" Monica pouted. "For real?? Why?" Sam asked. "No reason.... I just don't like it" answered Monica. "Then what do you like then?" he asked. "Hmm barbecue will do" She said excitedly. "Then the pay will be on me" Said Sam. "Nope, I'm getting it myself" She disagreed. And then they argued back and forth till Monica agreed.

I don’t fit in here. “Gonzalez wait up” Why… why… why?? “Just f*cking leave me alone!” I yell, increasing my pace. “Come on. Don’t leave” “Why?! What does it matter to you? You are just like the rest of them” “I don’t think that way about you” he turns me effortlessly by my backpack “Sure” “Damn it! I’m serious right now Sam. I think you are the most interesting person I’ve ever met”

She stared at his retreating figure in thoughts, "I must not get fired, I really need this job to earn money." ~~~~~ The evening's sun was pleasant to the body, and the sun showed its beauty. The wind blew easily around the surroundings and the smell of the air enveloped one's nostrils. It was a pleasant evening to all, except one person, Samantha. She came out of the restaurant and breathed a sigh of relief like someone who was just out of prison for many years. She stared at the thin air, all her past encounters came rushing towards her like a wave. Her phone chimed again with a call and it was from an unknown caller. Curiosity pricked her.

RAFAEL ~ Something wasn't right with Sam. Three weeks after our rain-soaked camping trip, I still couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. Little things that most people wouldn't notice, but after nearly ten years of friendship, I noticed everything about Samantha Ellis. Like how she'd cancel plans at the last minute with vague excuses about 'not feeling well' or 'family stuff' Or how she'd sometimes disappear mid-conversation to take calls in private. Or the way May watched her constantly with that worried crease between her eyebrows.

J A M E S F A L C ON “Lix,” I called to my cousin as Samantha left, “She’s one of a fierce woman, dude,” I couldn’t help but laugh while still looking out the glass window, where I could see the maid—Samantha, running like some kind of a lunatic, but she stopped when some of the employees greeted her. “Have you found some information?” His composed demeanor vanished, and he returned to his usual self, so I looked at him. “Kalix, come on, dude, she’s already dead. Why do you still want to disturb her?” I’m trying my best to convince him to stop obsessing over the dead people. “Stop it already, Kalix.”