Sam From Twilight Novels & Stories

The pale morning light filtered through the blinds of Sam's apartment, but the room still carried the weight of the previous night. Andreas woke with a heaviness on his ribs, only to realize that Sam’s arm—broad, warm, and possessive—acted like a manacle of flesh and bone. The bite on his shoulder throbbed, a rhythmic pulse serving as a constant reminder that he had been claimed by something not entirely human. Before Andreas could even sit up, Sam stirred, his amber eyes opening instantly, already laden with a predatory lucidity.

"I don't care about before. I care about now. About you and Phoenix and Asher. That's all that matters to me." He gently turned me around to face him. We were too close now. Close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes. Close enough to smell his soap and the cotton candy the boys had smeared on his shirt. "You matter to me," Sam said, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than I think you realize." "Sam, I can't—I'm not—" The words tangled in my throat. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not Elizabeth Moore. I'm Nova Hart and I'm still in love with a man I'll never see again and you deserve so much better than this mess.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

When she opened the door, I expected her to be surprised, ask me what I was doing and I would give her my explanation then forgive me and run into my arms. But she did something beyond my expectations, using her flames on me causing me to be frozen and whimper. "Why did you freeze? Aren't we mates? Shouldn't you be running in arms saying you love me?" Sam's POV As I got closer to my room, I sensed an intruder, while I was preparing myself for battle, I realized that it was just Beta Matthew, A.K.A, my ex-mate, I relaxed and entered my room.

Lethargically, he entered it and left. *** “What… What is this…” Selena brought her hand to her mouth upon sight of Samson, struggling to contain her laughter. In front of her, Samson stood like a scarecrow, wearing a purple and pink flowered shirt on bright blue pants. “I should murder them all.” Samson growled. “No no, Alpha Lycan, you look powerful!” Haley teased as she knelt before him. “A walking Calamity… of flowers and love!” Selena burst out laughing.

Sam Saturday morning, Sam rolled out of bed and went to shower. As she passed Alex's room, she saw that the older twin wasn't there. Figuring that she was out for a run or something, she shrugged and headed to take her shower. Once she'd gotten clean and washed her hair, she dried it and put it up in a normal looking ponytail. Towel wrapped around her mid-section and the end tucked between her breasts, she knocked on Toni's door. It swung open a little, but she only saw Toni there, still sleeping.

Sam moved his hands from her tiny waist and laid it on her ass, he grabbed them and gave them a large squeeze before he disconnected their kiss and the hold he had on her. "I've missed you," Sam said to her with a husky breath. "Missed you too, love," Bella told him and kissed his jaw lightly. "When are we going to run away as we had planned? After all, you're done with your finals now," Sam asked her. Bella looked at him with a sigh, thinking about why they had to have such a cruel fate. Sam was from the Haiti pack while she was from the Colven pack and that was where their problems had stemmed from; their roots.

Even the icon for the power of the wolf nation, she could only lie in a white chest. "Princess, I waited for you so much, even when you were lying like this I still loved you," said a man. He is Samuel, or better known as Sam. He was secretly in a relationship with Arnanta's daughters Jeff and Brizel because he knew that the caste difference between them would definitely not be approved by Marcus. "I hope you come back in a different form,"

"No excuses, Aurora, or I swear, I kill you!" "Killing me on my birthday? Nah! You can do better, Sam." I winked. She grinned wide, wickedly flashing her whites. "Yeah, you are right. I won't kill you. I will keep you in a vegetative state. Better?" "Ugh!" Stefan groaned from beside. "You chose the wrong profession, sis." Yeah, we all knew that. Sammy was a Romano—through and through. **

Never in my life had I imagined a situation where I would be sitting in a small human diner, about to eat burnt toast, having a prolonged conversation with a human who had correctly identified me as a supernatural being. Never. It went on the list alongside jumping out a window, getting kidnapped for a surprise party, and sharing a room the size of a cupboard with the most aggravating man alive. Never have I ever, Amber Moon. Apparently all at once. "You are lucky, you know," Samantha said, cutting through my thoughts. She rested her chin in her hand. "With the whole arranged marriage thing. I mean, you could have been told to marry someone who looks like a garden gnome. But Axel Edgewood is