Sam Bucky Novels & Stories

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."

"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.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

After Justin left to stall them, I cracked a bag of biscuits, walked to the front of the village, and sat down on the stone bench where the village women gathered to gossip. Within an hour, I had Buck's whole operation figured out. "Buck Lansing is a real actor. He runs around with a bunch of thugs, targeting young men who come back from working in the city. A few drinks in, and he's already figured out how much they made all year. "All those people watching the games? Every single one of them is his.

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."

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.