Sam Bucky Novels & Stories

But she knew that if she let her father in, she could lose focus. Samantha had spent her entire life trying to make her way out from under his shadow. It was hard enough being Kevin Collins’ daughter. But it was even harder to be Kevin and Amanda Collins’ daughter. Kevin Collins was a celebrity in these parts. He had made a name for himself as a Bronc and Bull rider, even winning the World Championship twice before he was crushed by a bull, crushing his pelvis and leg, effectively ending his career. He had spent almost a year learning to walk again, and even now had to use a cane to help him get around.

Cindy answered. "Cindy, it's Sam. Just wanted to check if you got my message earlier. I got lost outside a small town called Saddle Creek, my car broke down, and I had to trek for miles. Then the heel on one of my shoes broke right off. But I made it to a Rosie's Diner and met this cowboy too-cute-to-live guy who I think is perfect. We had a wonderful chat while we ate dinner." "Really? What happened?" "Just what I said, we talked, and he was so nice. His name is Elliott Bouchard." Sam fell back onto the bed. "What a great way to end an awful day where nothing went right."

rounded the corner. “Hey, Pat,” Sammy said with a shit eaten grin. Patty didn’t know whether to scream, panic, or slap his face. Sammy Buckle was a guy she had dated for six months eight years ago. He still had that large auburn box afro with a black pick comb with the fist on the handle hanging out of it. His nose was still huge. He was a biracial guy she met through so called friends of hers in Phoenix years ago. She had fallen for him hard. He knew it, led Patty on long enough to con her out of multiple amounts of money before he dropped her for another girl. He didn’t even have the decency to tell Patty. She had to hear about from other people she had known in Phoenix. If that wasn’t bad

Everything would go back to normal. He cleared up the shards of glass and went into the bathroom. Buck lay in the bathtub, listening to music as he waited for the next day to come. In the meantime, Punter prepared a feast for Wilbur. Wilbur wined and dined happily with everyone, chatting up a storm. Someone mentioned Buck along the way, and it opened up a conversation about him as well. "Mister Buck's a cultivator too." "Yes, I heard he's at the Sanctuary level." "I think he's at least Emperor level. He's so powerful."

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

“Sort of contract jobs. Not much but it pays the bills.” Zach silently did not believe him. He knew there is something behind that cool demeanor and he means to find that out. “I didn’t get your last name,” he commented patiently. “Walters didn’t mention it.” “I didn’t,” Alex piped in softly. She looked at Zach, straight in the eye. “He’s last name is Buckworth. He’s the Bucky that’s been calling on my phone, sir.” “You always loved that name for me, do you, sweetheart?” Damon drawled, smiling down at her.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Sammy says as she approached my desk. I'm trying to push back the vision of bending her over my desk, rolling up that skirt and slapping that tight ass of hers. "Uh...It's fine. Samantha Gale. This is Alpha Jackson of Red Rock." I introduce her, slightly rising from my chair. Luke stands up. "Samantha." He flashes her a smile. "Please, call me Sammy." She smiles back. "Sammy....That's cute." He grins. I clear my throat. Luke looks over at me as I shoot him a look.

Quitman looked at him with an extremely angry expression: "What happened last night? Haven't you embarrassed our family enough?" After speaking, a teacup was thrown at his feet. The high-quality blue ceramic teacup shattered into pieces. Bucky lowered his head and said, "I will handle it well." After speaking, he resolutely turned around and looked down. Mr. Quitman was so angry that he was trembling. "Bucky!" Guinevere chased after him for a few steps, but couldn't catch up; she could only watch Bucky go down to the garage in the basement. She sighed, turned her head to look at Mr. Quitman: "Dad, the paparazzi always like to exaggerate. Bucky is an adult; he also has his limits."

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