Sam From Twilight Novels & Stories

I ended the call, that is, if she'd really come as she just said she would. "Hey," Samantha appeared from nowhere. I nearly jumped out of my skin. “What's got you so scared?” The biggest revelation that got me uneasy was that Samuel was in fact a girl, rather. His twin sister has been pretending to be him. She refused to tell me the reason for her actions, only that she loves hockey. I could tell there was more to it though, but I believe she'd open up on her own eventually. “I'm not scared; I just didn't see you there.”

He belonged to her - and did not belong. "I'll take your things," Sammy said. She took a glass of lemonade from the table and closed her fingers over it to hide their trembling. - Leave them behind the gym. - Thank you. Travis took a step towards her but stopped halfway. The music changed to energetic, dancers flashed between them. Samantha forced herself to look at him. In the semi-darkness of the dance floor, the iridescent light, he seemed fake. Beautiful, like from a fairy tale. A scary tale about a werewolf who ripped open her chest with his claws and reached for her heart.

When he left, she exhaled shakily, unaware that Taylor had been listening from outside, worry written all over her face. That night, the pack’s celebration roared to life. Bonfires burned, drums echoed, and wolves danced beneath the stars. Samantha stayed in the shadows, tending to the injured warriors who’d had a little too much to drink. Taylor appeared beside her, a cup of wine in hand. “You’re really not going to join?” “I’m working.” “You’re hiding.” Samantha sighed. “He’s the Alpha’s son. I’m a healer. There’s nothing more to say.”

find it and see she has missed calls from sampson 15 minutes ago. Was he not with her why was he not with her. I walk through the house cursing the profanities a priest should never want to hear. I call sampson and he confirms his not with Esme and hasn’t been since last night.. she has been taken by a rogue my anger is uncontrollable my claws slip from my hands fur starts to sprout and I lose control shifting I let out a howl. Tiffany is fearless she runs towards me and starts patting my wolf trying to calm the beast I have unleashed. She lifts my wolfs head up and stares at Saxton in the eyes “hey it’s okay we will find her okay, we will find her together shh shhh calm down” it is enough

Vampires look at each other, and confirm Samantha's identity among themselves through mental conversation. "Don't waste your time asking who I am." Samantha interrupted them. "I'll introduce myself. Yes, I'm Samantha, a.k.a RED. And also known as the Demon vampire feeding the blood of her OWN kind." "It's really her!", exclaims the short-haired female vampire. "Jeez, what bad luck. We actually ran into her.", says one among the male vampires. "What are we gonna do now?"

Free to flirt with anyone. “I’m with a friend, Sam. You’re acting rude.” Sam pouts and turns her eyes to me. “Your taste has changed. She’s cute though. Hi, I’m Sammy Cooper. You are?” she brought a hand out for me to shake. I slowly held it. “Esmarie Cruz.” “Hmm, are you the girl who fainted in front of the pack?” I wince out of embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s me.” “Ah, what are you doing here without your children? I’m not wrong, right? You did have kids right?”

Alexander seemed to guess what was going through her mind and smiled mischievously. "I understand your hesitation, Samantha," he said. "But you have no choice. You see, during our last encounter, I gave you an eternal gift. A gift that will force you to transform on the first full moon after our encounter, and that full moon is tonight."

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

– Samantha’s POV— The morning sun slipped through the silk curtains, painting my bedroom in soft gold. I was tangled in my sheets, half-asleep, when a voice broke through my dreams. “Sam! Sam, wake up!” Gosh, it was Ryan, his voice sharp with excitement. I groaned, pulling the pillow over my face. “Ryan, let me sleep,” I mumbled, my voice thick with exhaustion. Running Star Galaxy, plotting against the Browns, facing Dalton yesterday—it had drained me. My body begged for rest, but Ryan wasn’t having it.

"That's why you two were about to suck face in the dark." Sam's blush deepened. "I really should get going. May's expecting me." She gathered her purse, avoiding my eyes. "Happy birthday, Raf. I'll call you tomorrow." "I'll walk you," I offered again, desperate to salvage something from the moment Damien had ruined. "No need. I already texted May. She's on her way." Sam forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Thanks for a great evening." Then she was gone, leaving me with the lingering scent of vanilla and the hollow ache of missed opportunity.