Sam Bucky Novels & Stories

He could not believe that Bucky was admiring a lowlife like Adrian. "His skin color is different from ours!" Jonathan thundered. "So what?" Bucky did not care and got down on his knees. "My life is yours to command from now on, sir." Adrian was surprised. He barely knew Bucky and had hardly spoken to him, yet Bucky was willing to acknowledge him as his superior. "You won’t gain anything from having me as your superior. I have neither background nor status, only bravery,” Adrian said. "Not a problem!" Bucky looked up. In a serious tone, he continued, "I've always been a wanderer and not from any of the Four Great Factions. Now that I've finally found myself someone to rely on, I will follow y

I watch Sam pull away. I feel like a fool for not going after her. But I can't worry about that now. I can't worry about everything that our relationship isn't. She has Mr. Darcy now. I'm sure he'll make Sam very happy. The doorbell rings. It's Percy Jamrog. Percy comes in with his muddy boots. His shoes are always filthy. But, instead of going to college like the rest of us, Percy works with dirt. He started his business plowing snow, cutting down trees, and doing any other yard work he could get his hands on.

Sam spent the day trying to avoid her step-father and keep herself from focusing on the threat of Buck and Frank. It was obvious what Dennis was implying, he'd told his disgusting friends that he was fucking her and they wanted in. Dennis was obviously more than happy to allow it. Sam couldn't have imagined worse friends of her step-fathers. Not only did Buck spend his time drooling over his friends' teenaged step-daughter, but it was obvious he didn't care for himself. Buck was always smelly, sweaty and dirty. He was big and hairy much older than Dennis, even. Frank wasn't much better, and the looks he was always giving Sam when he was around were much worse.

I look back at the deer and take a deep breath before asking, “are you… are you the Sorcerer?” “Perspective of you,” the deer-man said, bowing his head down at me. “You can call me Bucky if using titles feels strange,” he then introduces himself. I give him a deadpan stare at the name he gives me. Either this is his actual name, or he is being an idiot and trying to be funny. “What?” He asks, slowly moving towards the cabin. “I thought it was rather punny.”

“That poor kid, to think no one in this world cared for him...I can see why you’re so pissed. How is he holding up?” “He is napping right now; Sam is keeping an eye on him. She is angrier than I am. Alpha Richard is looking into things for us, he has a mess up there himself.” I wipe my forehead with my towel. I am starting to feel a lot better. “Thanks, Buck.” “No prob, man.” He smiled and punched me on the shoulder. “Want to spot for me a while?” I nod as he starts his workout. ~~~~

Blake's favorite by the way. "Hmmm, this is good." She said with a mouth full, making me giggle. "Why, Mrs. Landon, if I didn't know any better, I think the big bad alpha leader of our warrior pack back in Sanborn camp was going soft on us! Why with all this fancy-schmancy stuff....." she said with an eyebrow raised.

Standing in front of me were Jayden, Jane, and the family doctor, he must be uncle James. And when I turned slowly to my right, still drenched and confused, I saw Sammy holding a bucket. A literal bucket. Water dripping off the rim. “See?” Sammy said proudly, like he just solved world hunger. “That worked magically.” I stared at him. “You poured water on me?” He grinned. “Well clearly you weren’t waking up to your name.” I looked around the room again. Jayden was standing right there. Alive. Breathing. No blood. No pale skin.

Binuntutan ito ng halakhak ng bakla. Inirapan niya ito. Siya pa ang assuming gayung siya itong may matris. Naalala niya ang sinabi ni Mr. Sandoval kanina. Nandoon ito sa event noong bigla siyang rumampa dahil sa pagkakadisgrasya ni Ruby. Kasama pa nito si Martin. Kinikilabutan siya kapag naaalala 'yon. Ilang oras pa ang hinintay niya bago nagpasyang magpaalam si Mother Chelsea. Gusto na niyang takbuhin ang gate upang makalabas na kaagad.

"Trisha may seem like Buckie's wife but she is like you. Cute." "Who's Buckie?" Susan was confused. "That would be me!" Buck appeared. "WHO ARE YOU WITH? WHERE DID SHE TAKE YOU?" "Calm down, we are at a pub and Buck's the bartender. I am not selling your best friend's organs." Buck let out a laugh and disappeared with the glasses he needed on the other end of the aisle. "Can I have that address now?" Trisha asked flatly. "Okay." Susan sounded skeptical as she hung up but the address came a few seconds later.

At least I was sure of her. Alicia handed me her business card and we walked back into the house. “I wanted her to show me cows, she has some nice cows, great farmer. I should borrow some tips from her.” Alicia told Jackson. Jackson smiled and told her, “It is ok, but who will stay with them? You have a lot of work.” “I will hire a shamba boy.” Alicia said, looked at me and smiled, and proceeded to the table where they had their meeting. I remained with Jackson on the table room who began to tell me of his exploits as a KDF officer in various missions outside Kenya.