Sam Devil Novels & Stories

Leila giggled, "Just call me Leila." "Leila, it is," Trevor mumbled, assessing her. "What brought a beautiful damsel like you to meet the devil?"

David laughed “you still have the nerve, any way I have a better offer for you. I will pay you for whatever amount you want as long as you stop bothering Betty. Just name your price and I will gladly give you a cheque.” Sam was dumbfounded “I thought you never cared about her, why are you ready to get rid of me? Please set her free so that she can find someone deserving to take care of her. I hope you must have realized that she is a great woman” “All that you are saying is irrelevant, name your price? “He said impatiently.

"I need to be in a meeting for the next 15 minutes, I'll call you when I'm free for lunch". "Okay! Don't forget to call, unless I will come there and spank you" She threatened, knowing her, she's not lying. "Yes ma?, I will make sure to call" " Bye!" She hung the call. Just then the door opens and in walk Sam. Sam is a freelance reporter, who rarely comes to work but when he does is bad news. He's a pervert who thinks because of his six packs abs, that the whole female will fall at his feet and beg for his attention.

With that, he threw the cigarette on the floor and stomped on it with his worn out black Nike. The devil wears Nike. "I'll do it, you'll return my soul, right?" I tore my eyes off the Nike and focused on his gaunt face currently wearing a crooked grin. "Deal?" "Deal, Ruby Davies. Deal." He extended his bony hand out for a handshake which I chose to ignore. No way on earth was I touching that man. "How can I even trust you?" The stars were returning now and the night's noises seemed to be coming back gradually and most importantly, the devil seemed to be fading bit by bit.

The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp. She let the apple fall to the floor with a dull thud and rose, crossing the room until she stood directly before Finn’s photograph. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his face. “Devil or not,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, “You’re still a man, Dear Devil.” In the Council chamber, the corner of Austin’s mouth twitched as he read the name of Vivica’s lawyer. Ace. “The trial is about to begin, and you’re only telling me her lawyer’s name now?” he growled at Matty.

Sam wriggled out of his arms and jumped into Rhay. He sat in his lap and guided his hands to go around his body, "My name is Sam Rhayghar Drayton. It's never changing. Get it straight." Johnny feigned annoyance as he continued to banter with Sam. He purposely acted childish and talked nonsense given he loved how Sam acted like a grown up with him. While his verbal banter with Sam went on and on, he spoke to Kyle on he mind link: 'Congratulations, bro. You did it. Sam has finally accepted you."

Sam commanded, and Drey quickly scurried over to the phone to make the call. "Mr. Devon Dalton is still in a meeting, Mr. Sam," Drey informed him, his voice tinged with anxiety. Sam stared at Drey as if he'd grown a second head, but remained silent. Instead, he snatched the phone right out of Drey's hand. "Put me through to Sir Devon, Miss Praya," Sam demanded the moment the call was answered. "Sir Devon is in the middle of an important meeting with Vice President Philip Dalton, Mr. Sam," Praya whispered back.

Aiden "Huh? You did not hear about it?" Sam slurred on his words as he rested his elbow on my shoulder. "I have no idea what you're going on. Explain better," I probed, my arms folded and a frown on my face. Sam chugged down a few more drinks before he spoke. "You see that mute, yeah, her name is Kayla. Apparently, she came out of nowhere one Dar claiming that she got raped by not just on man, but multiple men."

Samuel chuckled weakly, his laughter laced with a sharp wheeze. “You didn’t stop him either.” “I did,” Fiero said. “When I heard a bone break.” Samuel didn’t argue. Didn’t care. He swayed, half-conscious, his head resting back against the sand as Fiero knelt beside him. Then, slowly, Samuel’s lips parted again. “You know…” he began, voice dry as rust, “everyone keeps calling me the crazy one. A demon. The problem.” Fiero didn’t respond. Samuel tilted his head just enough to catch a glimpse of him in the dark. The moonlight carved his grin into something almost too wide, something that didn’t look entirely human.

"I-I thought you were someone else." He has a slight lisp as he speaks, and I realize it's from fangs. "Y-you're a vampire?" I blurt out, then slap a hand over my mouth for a moment. "I'm so sorry. That is so rude...but it's daylight." He tucks his hands into his front pockets and shrugs. "Half-vampire and half-mage. I'm Sam." "Hi." I stand and stretch my hand out to shake his. A boom echoes around us. The angel statue shatters, and I scream, ducking down.