Sam Loud House Novels & Stories

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....”

I was pretty sure that if she knew then Malachi would know and there was no chance he’d just leave it. My mood sank further when we arrived at Sam’s house and I stared at the one car I didn’t want to see at the party. I was an asshole to her and I deserved her hate and I had no idea what kind of hell she’d unleash on me when she saw me. “Damnit, James, Sarah’s here,” I hissed as I pointed to her car amongst many others at the party. Sam was notoriously well known for his house parties. His parents were filthy rich and away most of the time, leaving him to his own devices. Sam was mostly spoiled rotten, but deep down he was a great guy.

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

Monday. Bluhm's Home, Malibu, CA. MAX'S HANDS WERE SWEATING as he walked up the path to the Bluhm's house. This time he'd done his own research after what Lumen had told him. He couldn't believe he'd actually just walked up to this place the other day. While William had been slightly familiar, it was because of his cameo appearance in one of those Sharknado like movies. The guy was basically the most in demand daytime actor. There were plenty of rumors that he'd been hand-picked for a few movies, but had declined them because he didn't want to uproot his family for months at a time.

She got into his car and he zoomed off. ********************* Danny got to Samantha's house to drop her off. He helped her with her stuff into the house. Her house was downtown and a little bit secluded from others. It was small but homely. It looked like a two bedroom flat. It had a big porch and a little garden by the side. The living room was modestly furnished with a lot of peach colors and white. He saw a portrait of her and an elderly woman. That should be her mom. She moved to the fireplace to start a fire to warm up the place because it was a little chilly. She collected her stuff and moved them to the kitchen. She came out of the kitchen and asked him, “Do you want a glass of wine o

she asked, confused. "Yea, you know the guy that owns the house. Tall, grumpy, and grows fur when you make him mad. Anyway, they should be back soon. I'll be downstairs if you need anything at all." "Okay, but who are you?" Oshey asked. "I'm Samantha; you can call me Sam though." "I'm Oshey." The young blonde said with hesitation. "You don't sound too sure of that." Sam urged. "No, I am. I'm just not so sure of this place." Oshey nodded to the foyer and front room.

"Ha! Sorry again. Anyway, I'm Samantha and the party funds from tonight's donations are going toward the house we're building?" "I'm sorry, I still confused." She giggles and leans against a chair, watching as I continue to paint her daughter's face. "I'm assuming Rex hasn't filled you in on much?" "What would make you say that?" I give her a cheesy grin. "The look of absolute confusion on your face right now is a pretty good clue," she smirks. "We lost our home to a fire a little over a year ago and long story short, if it hadn't been for Ethan stepping in, we would have been homeless."

It was at the end of that trip they bought me this watch, sprouting corny shit about how this watch was a symbol of the promise that time will only bring us closer together as a family. Six days later, Dad cheated on Mom. I pull my car into an electronic repair shop and walk in. I know it's only a year old but the decor is made to internationally give it a rusty feeling. It's quite a small shop, but Keith has his stuff fixed here all the time. There's an older man sitting in there who immediately stands as I walk in. “Welcome to Sam's and Future Sons,” he announces, beaming like he came up with that name himself. “I’m Timothy. How can I help you?”

"He is not worthy of our bloodline anyway." "You are so strong," Morwen said, though her tone carried a little bite. "Oh, be quiet, Morwen," Elspeth snapped, turning her eyes to her son. "How was your shift at the tavern, Sammy?" "It was packed," Sammy said, clearing his throat to hide his breathlessness. "My feet are burning from the stone floors." "Did the hunters leave good tips?" Morwen asked. "Yeah, I got enough silver to cover the winter meat," Sammy replied, shifting his weight as his trousers felt suddenly too tight against his growing heat.