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 don't blame him, I need to know why the hell Demitri agreed! "See you tonight." Alex smiles and rushes out. "Home with Troy cub, we will see you there." I watch her leave with him. "What the hell?" Calix looks at me and I shrug my shoulder. "Sam, take my bike home, we need to talk." I throw my keys at him and walk out. Getting in the car we both look at Demitri confused. "You fucking agreed?" I look at him feeling annoyed. "I wasn't going to." His words are quiet and I look at him confused.

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.”

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

One of the visiting packs! ‘Alpha Sam Silver of SilverFang.’ Could the demon... be real???

Duncan called after him. “I know,” Jason answered without turning back. “But I can live with that.” I watched him go, then curiously turned to Duncan. “Can I know?” I asked. “You remember who Sam is?” he asked, and I nodded. He was the older man with the silver wolf. “Sam is a real veteran. He was a warrior all his life and was a really good one. But Jason is right. He is getting old.” “Why did you say that he would never forgive Jason?”

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