Sam & Cat Super Psycho Novels & Stories

“Ya, it’s funny how everything was so normal and then you shift and turn batshit crazy.” “Coffee?” “No.” “Coffee?” “NO!” “Coffee?” “Fine.” Theo pours me a coffee. “I suck it back, then continue to drink my wine.” “What’s the plans today?” Poseidon asks. “Break out of prison.” My eyes go big. “Sam goes a little haywire when she drinks.” “Just been locked up too long.” “Why aren’t you letting her out, Theo?” Poseidon asks. “Sam has the highest record for kidnaps and wolves attempting to murder her. The last one used a love spell, and she was gone for weeks. Just trying to enjoy a little dullness in life.” Kat explains.

I told him. Sam's eyes widened. His glare took on a harsher glint as he looked between Marshall and Nuel. "I think it's best you go now," Marshall said. Sam opened his mouth and Nuel swept a hand over his hip, exposing a holstered gun. How the fuck did he get that in here? Oh god! oh god!! oh god!!! How do they even know each other?! "I'll be in touch," Sam said, looking directly in the eye. His tone was tense and full of warning. "Be safe."

Sam said pensively, his eyes darting around the room. “Okay. What is it?” “We all belong together, all the members of our family,” Sam said slowly, the pensiveness leaving his eyes, and excitement entering them. Sandra was very familiar with that look in his eyes. It never failed to scare the living daylights out of her. It was the look he had when he had a psychotic breakdown.

{SAM’S POV} Sam was still reeling. That scene inside the mobile home had been so intense, he still couldn’t process it. That creep. The knife. The struggle. His cheek. And then Samantha. Killing him like that. It was unbelievable. Who was she? As he sat in the roadside diner, across from her in a booth, he looked her over. He was more attracted to her than ever—but also wary now. Cautious. She looked totally relaxed, sipping on her vanilla milkshake, and he couldn’t understand. Was this the same chick? Here she was, this totally cool and hot, awesome chick, who he loved hanging out with—and yet she had also been that crazy, psycho girl that totally killed that creep without even blinking an

Like, couldn't he just go get his brother food then continue with whatever he was doing? The next day Sam came to place rather earlier than usual and I knew something was up. He was accompanied by Felix. I really missed that boy. He explained what had happened to him. He said he wanted to go talk to Koyala about it. "Junior, the door hit me and I felt absolutely nothing,"he exclaimed. Felix did not quite get what we were talking about, but I was sure Sam had told him everything even though it may all have seemed to him as scam. That was his confidant, what did I expect? I told him to relax. Christmas was just a day to go and I could not miss the enjoyment it brought with it. I could not let

Worry is eating me alive. “Meow.” And something brushes against my leg, pulling me out of my distracted, worrisome state. My gaze falls to the floor, staring at an orange pile of floof weaving his way around my feet. “You have a cat?” “Two. They’re Peyton’s.” Ms. Samuels says, with a sad smile, concern making her eyes crinkle. “Girl, never met an animal she didn’t love. That’s Cheddar. Gouda is around here somewhere.”

SAMANTHA'S POV... "Pick up the spoon, Samantha or you're gonna regret it..." His voice was dangerously low as he threatened me but I didn't give in to his threats... "Go....to ....hell!" I spat on his face hoping to spike him up but to my surprise he chuckled lightly as he wiped away the saliva on his face with his hand and actually brought it to his mouth, licking it off his fingers disgustingly.. 'He's a psychopath!' I couldn't help but scream in my head for help....

A reply message from Samantha came to Svarga's phone five minutes later after he had sent her Catherine's voice recording. Mommy Samantha: Go to the doctor now!

Another loud groan of frustration escaped my mouth as I recalled those words he had spoken to me before, whilst eyeing me with that disregarding expression. ' There's nothing there to see anyway ' I held a palm over my chest, now there was nothing there to see. My gaze fell on a pair of socks tossed carelessly on the bed. Oh, it looked so tempting. What are you thinking about! Are you Crazy! My brain screamed. Well, I had never admitted to being normal. I smiled evilly and checked to see if Liz was watching. She was not. I skipped over to the bed, snatching it, I ducked it inside of my bra.

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.