Sam Devil Novels & Stories

Shandra leans her body more to the side imperceptibly, ready to hear Julian's account, who interlaces the fingers of his own hands and begins to stare at a fixed point in the shed. "Sam isn't just the exiled prince of the hell realm. I mean, that seems like enough on its own, doesn't it?" The girl says nothing. The redhead sighed. "Sam is one of the craziest guys I've ever met. He doesn't seem to care much for Order and the Law. He just does what he thinks is right, no matter who's in the way or if anyone besides him will suffer the consequences."

I watch as D drags Dean to the table and fastens him down. “You can go to hell if you think I will sign anything,” Dean speaks and D laughs. “We’re Devils’ we come from hell, so telling us to go to hell, defies the point.” He swings the knife and I watch Dean lose a finger. “Keep going Demitri, then I can’t fucking sign, dumb ass.” Moving I stab Dean in the shoulder. “Don’t call him a dumb ass!” Everyone stares at me, shit. I smile and don’t say anything, I just didn’t like Dean picking on D.

It was Adrian that answered him “Yes, coach Stanley. Samuel Donovan is not exactly who you think he is. He is actually a girl.”

“She’s ruining you, Alex.” There’s a scrape of a chair. His voice, deeper, calmer, but shaking at the edges: “Don’t push me, Sam.” My heart stings at the sound of him calling her Sam but I listen further “Don’t push you?” Samantha laughs, but it’s not pretty, it’s raw and desperate. “She’s not who you think she is. The whole city is talking. She’s with Daemon, she’s humiliating you—” “Enough.” His voice is quieter now, but worse somehow. Dangerous. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

Sofia chanted in repeat, I giggled as Jeremy rubbed his eyes roughly. “The Devil is smiling” Jeremy added and my coworkers greeted Devin as he walked towards our direction. He was greeting them back with a smile on his face. As he gets closer to me, his eyes darken when he takes my body from head to toe. Cali made me wear this little black dress earlier, and I had to argue with her to allow me to use my floral blazer.

SAM EVENT PLANNERS... Sam dropped the phone sadly. He actually didn't expect her to agree to his request. Although he wished so. It was never his plan to cheat on her. But being a virgin, she was uncomfortable with the whole idea of sex. He had to look outside, to relieve himself. He actually felt she didn't mind his sexual escapades because, she rarely confronted him about it. Hence his almost non-existent apologies. "Damn you Savannah! I'm not letting you go. Not in this life, not even the afterlife." He said. Someone knocked on the door and walked in. One of his staffs. She was holding files and smiling brightly at him. "Good day sir!" she said, standing before his desk. He ignored her, p

Sam continued with a sinister look in his eyes, “In the end, my woman died along with the baby in her stomach. So, eight years ago, I set up a trap to kill Mo’s father. However, Mo ran away to Saem at the critical time…” “He shouldn’t have involved your woman and child in this. He wasn’t moral in the first place,” Chase said suddenly. “That kid now dares to come back to South River City. I’d like to see if he’s as lucky as he was back then.” Sam snorted coldly. “Careful.” Chase suddenly shook his head. “Watch out for that old man with him. If I’m not wrong, he’s a black magic practitioner from Saem.”

That bitch Antonia got him, he felt that bullet pierce his soul before his vision blackened. He hears a knock on the door. It's light, yet demanding. Like whoever is out there is demanding to be let in. He closes his eyes just as the door opens. He hears heavy footsteps coming in his direction. Someone looks down at him and stares at him. He already knows it's Sam. "What do you want?" he manages to ask. "By the Lord, Devon," Sam shakes his head, "Even after a near death experience, you're still an asshole." "Was it you who found me?"

"All the times Mr Reynolds visited Cock and Bulls. It wasn't just for business or pleasure. He was there keeping an eye out for the bad guys." "Yep." "I swear to God. If you say yep one more time, i'm going to stuff that pizza in your mouth till you choke on that word yep." "Sorry." Melinda almost snorted. As serious as the situation was, the alarmed look on Sam's face was funny. Sam couldn't be passed for an emotionally wrecked or frightened girl. Infact, that was the opposite of what Samantha James was to the outside world. Sam was a bold and brazen strikingly beautiful black American lady. Her bright mind was sometimes too old for her twenty four years old body. Seeing this new side to he

Frighteningly enough, Damien's was becoming a second home for me. “The regular?” Signor da Silva asked, winking. He poured me a foaming mug of root beer. “Thanks,” I said, trying to pay him. For the umpteenth time, he refused, smiling indulgently. “Now now, it's costing enough to be in Samael's company. Best keep what change you have.” “Shannon is an expensive girl,” Samael noted, ducking behind the bar. He grabbed the vodka off the shelf and downed it in one gulp.