Sam Devil Novels & Stories

Sam whispers into the phone. I want to smack her through the phone. Of course, we aren't cool. If we were okay, she'd love me back, and Mr. Darcy wouldn't be an option for her. "Sure, Sam. We're cool. Sorry I made an ass of myself last night. I was a little drunk. I hope I didn't say anything too embarrassing." Sam breaths into the phone with a sigh of relief. "So you're not in love with me?" I don't respond right away. But, whatever I say now will make Sam question the rest of her life with Mr. Darcy.

Sam said, wanting to leave most urgently now that she was asking for his money and marriage. Sam kissed her cheek and touched the doorknob when Darrel called out to him. ‘Sam Howard, I heard this name before. Are you the same Sam Howard, aka Sam Bekket, aka Sam Holmes, or aka Sam Elon?” Darrel asked the panicking man when he paced his hand on his shoulder. “What do you mean? Take your hand off of my husband this instant!” Samantha said, stomping her feet towards the two men.

I got the feeling that something is about to happen as I loo at Mera to see her smirking cunningly as she looks at me. “Again my name is Sammuel Miguel. I am a famous pianist in England. I have a best friend who is far more amazing and talented than I. He taught me everything I know. His name is Jerwel Prime. SHE… is his cunning gold-digging wife.” He said as he points to Sammantha who froze on the stage. “Are- are you sure she is who you say she is?” a girl asks from behind him so he let my hand go to see who speaks.

Samantha yelled. “Your company is at loss and you only need mine for support “ She said. “You’re a begger here Davis Del Rio. You should behave like one and I might consider helping you” she said viciously. “W....what?” Davis mouth dropped opened.

As his eyes room her body, he begins to feel an uncomfortable tightening in his lower regions. “Good to know.” He tells her with a nod, before he walks away once more. This time not as quickly, since he has a rather unfortunate predicament in his jeans at the moment that hinders his escape. As he makes his way into the office, he finds Samuel sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the counter and a machanics magazine in his hands. Sammy is going to school to be a mechanics and they guy lives and breathes vehicles. He works midnights at the motel to support himself, his young girlfriend and their newborn baby.

Ava murmured as she sat down on the bed. "Whatever it is, please fix it, please don't let it destroy our already abandoned family," Sam said. "Okay, I'll do my best, Sam," Ava said, looking at Sam. Sam's brown eyes traveled to the ceiling as it got dark. Sam is a seer, so it's a vision. An image of Derek in a pool of blood flashed in his mind.

They started bickering and exchanging slick comments. I got my books out of my locker and slammed it so loud, it made them shut their mouths and turn to me. I showed them my brightest fake smile, "As much as I'd love to be in the middle of whatever this is, I've got to get going." I started walking away, "Thanks for the invite though Emma." "You're welcome, and it's Eva." she yelled after me. **

she shrugged. “Luvina is the dark planet. They don’t have a sun only the moon. Anyone who is bad and is a villain come from there. They’re powerful and untouchable. Tried fighting them before and I lost. They control the shadows and the moon is their power source. Never fight them when the moon is out” she said. “Okay I think I get it” Danny said rocking back and forth. “Why did you move from Sava?” she asked. “My mum is a Tempan and because of that DNA I was blessed with a unique power. I moved there to get in touch with my roots” she said.

IRINA VOLKOV I set down my wine glass carefully, my hand shaking. "I don't know what you're talking about." He knows me. Fuck he does. Who is he? One of Sergei's men? No....Damien has this power and money aura than Sergei's. So who the fuck is he?

—SAMANTHA— The phone vibrated in my hand, Dalton’s name flashing like a warning. I hesitated for only a second before answering, pressing the device to my ear. “Mr Montclair.” His voice was a low, dangerous growl. “Stay away from Henry Sinclair.” I stiffened. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” The edge in his tone sent a chill down my spine. “He’s not who you think he is.” My fingers tightened around the phone. “And who exactly do you think he is?”