Sam Carmichael Mamma Mia Novels & Stories

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

I feel used, but for the first time in three years, I feel noticed. As I moved above him, Maxwell leaned forward. He tore the remains of my bodice down, fully exposing my breasts to the cool, conditioned air of the limo. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking with a possessive hunger that made my back arch. "Ah! Maxwell! Please..." I bit my lip, my head tossing back as he swirled his tongue over the aching peak. "Let it out," he commanded against my skin. "Don't choke on those sounds. I want to hear you moan. I want to hear exactly how much you like being handled by a man who knows what to do with you."

“Are you sure Mia? Did you say Camila refused to work with you? “he asked. “I am shocked you are taking her side, Samuel. For the sake of your friendship with Alan you should believe me because I am not gaining anything by lying to you” Samuel ignored her, he had never liked Mia from the moment he laid his eyes on her. At some time he even supported Alan for leaving her but as fate would have it, he didn’t know that both of them would fight for the love of the same woman. “Camila, it is true what she is saying?” Samuel asked to confirm. This women can mess with her the way they wanted but not with her dad” Mia, I don’t care whether you hate me but please return my father’s supplies” Camila s

Sam scowled and said "I smell like roses and daffodils." "Okay, whatever you say Cru'ella." Mike said with a scoff. "If I recall correctly, isn't Mikey the name of a green eyes cyclopes monster?" Samantha said while she tapped her finger on her chin in thought. She looked at Mikey and smiled. "Come to think of it, you both look alike! It'sincredible! You're both incredibly...Ugly." She said in an innocent tone and a smile. "What did you call me?" asked Mikey.

The emotions that surged within Samantha were a tempest of anger, confusion, and a profound sense of abandonment colliding like turbulent waves. Aunt Mary turned, catching sight of Samantha's stricken expression. "Samantha, dear," she called gently, "this is your mother. She has come back." Samantha's heart pounded against the walls of her chest. She felt a swirl of conflicting emotions, each demanding acknowledgment. The wounds of childhood abandonment resurfaced, raw and unhealed. Her mother, a figure lost to her memory, now stood before her, a living presence of a past she had long sought to forget.

"Yes." "And you expect me to go there?" Samuel nodded. "Tomorrow." Emma shook her head. "No." Samuel smiled. "You don't have a choice." Emma raised her weapon. "I always have a choice." Samuel looked at her calmly. "Do you?" He pressed a button. A live image appeared. Sophia. Emma's mother. She was sitting inside a dark room. Her hands were tied. Emma's heart broke. "Mom!" Samuel smiled. "If you don't come..."

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

THE SEAMSTRESS arrived after an hour. She was a plump middle-aged elf that looked friendly. She went in as if the house belonged to her. “Hello! You’re here, at last. I’m Tamni.” She looked around. “Where’s your kid? I can’t believe you will leave her unattended. Is that a common practice in Hala?” Malaika and Yulli looked at each other. And as if on cue, Xoxo came over in her child form, yawning.

The feelings and the pleasure were so intense, they made my toes curl throughout the process. That man is a dream come true. No wonder all this bitches keep coming back. I can tell Carl is changing me and I love it. I just hope he won't be the one to break again. I don't want to go back to that dark place. "Can I come in or am I interrupting something?" we both snap our necks to the door, and Sam is standing there with a Smug look on his face. Fuck, did he hear our little chat?

He’s a world star and I’m Mama Mace. “Do you write songs?” Sam murmurs. “No,” I reply. It was just that one for Amelia. “But she sings,” Calum cuts in. I flash him a warning but he turns around to avoid my glare. Lucas sits on the edge of the table, his arms crossed on his chest. I stare at my feet and my cheeks heat up. “You guys need to hear Cathy sing. It’s like listening to angels.” “Don’t mind Cal,” I say with a forced laugh.