Sam Devil Novels & Stories

"I've not heard of this famous company.." "I doubt you watch TV," Sam said and giggled. "Davis Hurley.. Got a picture of him?" "Yea.. I took one with me yesterday," Sam said and brought out his phone from his jacket pocket and showed me the picture. "Is this him?" I asked with my eyes wide and he nodded. This is the green eyed guy. I knew he was just not an ordinary guy. He's been lying to Helena all this while. The fool thought he was an ordinary citizen. I got to tell her this.

"Because I brought the caffeine and the moral superiority." But she wasn't alone. From the passenger side, a tall, lanky figure emerged. He wore a faded swimming hoodie and carried a duffel bag that looked like it had seen three different decades. He had a messy shock of hair and a grin that was entirely too wide for the current state of pack politics. Dalton. Samuel’s rival from the early days. The man who had been the only one to push Samuel in the water before the world went gray. The one who had vanished into the professional circuits but had apparently never forgotten the guy in Lane 4.

What the heck did I just order? "Well, it's after the discount. You don't think this triple bacon and cheese sandwich costs two dollars, do you?" Grace chuckles. Fuck, I got robbed. "Here." I sigh, my plan better works out because I can't afford to buy Mr. Grump a sandwich every morning. Grace gives me my change and waves me a great day as I'm leaving for work. Great, sure. *** "Good morning, sir." I greet Officer Smith who is smoking a cigarette outside the station. Weird, I haven't seen him smoke.

Sam was the heir and only son to the Levine fortune and the law firm where he practised. "I can not just help it; I think I need to go closer to her and know why she did it. Maybe that is some kind of closure I need to move on." Sam let out a dry chuckle. "You must think that I am a fool," he said, knowing that Damien was not interested in sopping whatever plan he already had in motion. "Ahh, you seem to know me too well," Damien said, finally sticking his hand back in and rolling up the window. "She would have stopped the car to dance in the rain," he said randomly as he remembered her.

Sam smirked, still not trusting herself to do much more than open her eyes at her rescuers. “I’m.. ah...I’m sorry.” Alex stuttered, looking at her, her eyes drawing him in. Never before had he felt an energy from anyone like this before. Her eyes seemed to glow, drawing him in. “Are you okay?” “Oh sure.” Sam retorted, closing her eyes, flipping her hand dismissively at him. “I always lay in my own blood in the mud.” She opened her eyes, batting them as she smiled at him, “It’s great for the pores ya know.” She extended her bloodied hand towards him, “The name is Sam, Sam Collins.”

Zoe had told me that Ethan hadn’t even bothered going to see the dummy body I’d left behind, so surely he wouldn’t suspect a thing. “And who’s this?” Zoe cooed, leaning into the back seat to greet my son. “My name is Samuel Black,” he said, holding out a hand for her to shake. “But most people call me Sammy.” “Oh. My. God!” Zoe cried. “You are just too cute.” He blushed and ducked his dead. “Thank you. Mummy’s told me a lot about you.” She laughed. “Only bad things, I hope.” “Oh, no! All good things.”

“How did he manage that?” Sam looked uncertain. “Well… he made some pretty major sacrifices.” “Such as?” Annie asked, imagining that Vic had sold his car, sold his blood, sold his parents’ belongings. She adopted a joking tone. “Did he start selling drugs?” “Well…” Now Sam looked actually shifty, and Annie looked at him sharply. “Well…” “Did he?” she said, aghast. “Was Vic a drug dealer?” “Have you ever heard of The Road Devils, Annie?”

I whimpered as my legs began to shake uncontrollably around his waist and tears flowed down my cheeks. He bucked his hips into me, hitting that spot that made me want to scream. “Don’t you dare drop your legs from around me!.” He slipped out of me before forcefully ramming into me again. “KING!” I yelled his name. His Fake Name. “Silas” He grunted in response as he picked up the pace when he told me his real name, slamming into me even harder. I was over the edge. I was shaking. I was screaming. I was crying tears of incredible pleasure.

Just as they were talking about Girruinas, they heard a loud bang on the door as it seemed like someone was trying to get in. “Who’s there??” Damian asked but there was no response, Juliette was scared and stood behind Damian for protection. “Open up Damian, it's Sam. I really need your help I have no one to pair up with and this soul sucking demon is close to the Bee Hive dormitory, please help me” Sam said in a pleading voice. “Let’s help him Damian” Juliette said looking very scared that Girriunas will catch up with him. “Fine” Damian said and opened the door for Sam to come in only to see the demon standing behind him waiting for Damian to have a single thought of wanting Sam dead.