Sam Loud House Novels & Stories

Frighteningly enough, Damien's was becoming a second home for me. “The regular?” Signor da Silva asked, winking. He poured me a foaming mug of root beer. “Thanks,” I said, trying to pay him. For the umpteenth time, he refused, smiling indulgently. “Now now, it's costing enough to be in Samael's company. Best keep what change you have.” “Shannon is an expensive girl,” Samael noted, ducking behind the bar. He grabbed the vodka off the shelf and downed it in one gulp.

* *The Guy's House* * The backyard is spacious, it's so over exaggerated for a house to stay in just for college accommodation. But these are the Blackwool rich kids, o er the top is not a word in their vocabulary or elites dictionary. I move from one space to the other, explaining where each and what thing will be placed in the locations. "Got it, I think this will turn out perfectly," Sam smiles. The guys don't want anyone messing with the house, so the whole thing, from alcohol, music systems and the barbecuing or brai will be done from out here. I excuse myself and start heading to the bathroom, Naomi's phone on the counter catches my attention. I look back outside and see her invested i

I ask and he chuckles. “Didn’t my brother tell you the rooms are soundproof.” Samuel says. “Wait they are what?” I asked shocked why they would be soundproof. “Us wolves get awful loud with our love making so the rooms are soundproof so that we can have our privacy.” Samuel explains to me and then adds, “I can make you scream and no one is going to hear you.”

After ensuring that my automatic payment was successful, I appreciated the middle-aged man and got out of the car, while I partially listened to Samantha giving orders to one of the new interns at work. When her attention returned to our call, I said, “Well, I have reached my destination and...” I moved forward to look through the gate bars of the house I was about to enter. My line of sight almost reached the sky and I frowned. “...uh the house looks like a hotel. It is huge as fuck.” ‘Maybe they are just in town for a while and decided to lodge at a hotel. It is obvious they are rich, at least you won’t be getting crappy pay.’

I paused, looked back at the dining table and said, "No, Mom. I want to use my study room to evaluate something before I rest. Tomorrow is Sunday, but I would still like to do some other works online, and to know what's trending before I return to bed." "Okay. So about the house?" My mother said, and Samara, who was listening to us, asked, "Which house is that, Mom? Has Darlington finally acquired a house? Oh my! And no one told me?" Samara looked pissed off and elated as she immediately rose from her chair at the dining table and flung herself at me as she rushed up and hugged me tightly. "Wow! Congratulations, big brother!" While Samara was hugging me tightly and happy that I had gotten a

West's POV I don't know why Samantha is just too stubborn. Move out from that crab of a house; she wouldn't do it. I don't know how she will react when she hears I want her to move in with me because, well, the facility we arranged to shelter the families that will be affected by the demolition process is already filled up, and my suite, like I've already stated, is large enough for a family of three, and since Sam is an expert in running away and avoiding me, we may never even bump into each other.

As Sammy heads out the front door, she waves to her parents in the living room watching TV and says to them sincerely, "Goodnight Mom and Dad.. I'll be home later tonight. " "Ok, Sam.. be careful and have fun! We love you!" Sammy's mom answers back seriously while giving Sammy a slight wave. Sammy heads out of the house towards the adjacent garage to retrieve one of the family's 4 wheelers. Once in the garage, Sammy opens the old wooden cabinet on the wall and grabs the keys to her favorite quad hits the button to open the garage door.

"Thank you AJ. I mean it." He shrugged, "You're welcome but I'm just doing what I was paid to do. Speaking of that, Damian won't be able to come see you for a while. " "Okay. I could hug you right now." He took a step back ,"Uh how about that shower we talked about first. You guys already ruined my car." Sam chuckled, "Goodbye AJ." The interior of the house was simple, it looked like a simple comfy home. There was one kitchen, the living room and one room. The bed was really massive so it would take the three of us for the meantime.

Heartbreak sucks. A door opens somewhere behind me. It has to be one of my nosy bandmates, and I’m proved right when someone snatches the blunt from my hand and stomps it on the floor. I glare at their foot, my gaze trailing up to the face of a very unimpressed Sam. “You can’t smoke in here,” Sam says. “Who says?” “I do. It’s my fucking house,” he mutters. I almost roll my eyes. He shouldn’t invite me over then if he will police my behaviour.

Samantha drove the quick 20 miles to the barn on her parent’s property to pick up the horses and the trailer for the rodeo. Sam slowed Betty down as she approached the familiar dirt drive surrounded by weeping willows on both sides. The sweet guitar licks of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama started on the radio, causing Dani to reach forward and turn it up on cue, “Turn it up!” called out the band. Sam smiled as she slowed down, letting her truck rumble down the long drive. Dani rolled down the window, sitting out the window on the edge, yelling the words out as they approached the house. “BIG WHEELS KEEP ON TURNING....”