Sam Loud House Novels & Stories

she said sweetly. He waved it off. "It's nothing, any friend of Leah is a friend of mine." Oh, so Leah was her name? Samantha thought, a subtle smirk on her face. "We are almost there, I'm sure you must be exhausted." Samantha nodded wordlessly, reaching for her bag on the floor. A few minutes later, they stopped in front of the massive house. "Wait, I think I've seen this place before," Gary said, staring at the house in wonder. "Are you sure this is your house? I know the people who stay here, this is the Beckers' home."

Still on my floor tears running down his swelling face, the calm in his voice almost jarring, “Maleek how does she know my baby, so you up pillow talking with this bitch or what?” Enough was enough. I was done with this shit in more ways than one. It was taking every bit of my religious beliefs not to shoot Sam’s ass with the gun that was inches away from my hand idling so prepared in my left robe pocket. “Look here Sam J. Smith, first off, you’re not gon’ keep calling me out of my name in my home. Secondly, your fucking child is in the car throwing her usual spoiled rotten ass tantrum, my house is turned upside down and looking a damn mess which brings me to my third point, it’s time for bo

Sandra had stuffed a nipple in her son’s mouth, and the latter was suckling contentedly, and for the moment, had stopped making any sounds. “Come on, Sandy. I’m sorry for being an ass. I just love you so much and want you and the baby back. I promise to be good this time around. I know you’re in there, Sandy. Please, give us one more chance. Come on, Lauretta, please let me see her.” Sam said from outside the door, sounding as though he were crying. The sudden change was too creepy for words. “Lauretta was the owner of this house before it was sold. She was too old to live alone, so she went to live with her daughter.” Sandra confided when she saw that Becca was confused at the name.

" Bryant said she was removing Samantha from their list. "Does the old man live in the same house?" Bryant asked. "No, he goes to his house at night." She replied. "Is there cash in the house?" He inquired. "Yes, there is some cash in the locker." She replied. "Now, listen to me carefully." Lyra sounded like "hmm" in response. "We have been working very hard for money." "Pick up as much cash as you can at Salvatore House tonight." "Tonight?" she asked.

Samantha casually uttered hoping Enrique would get the idea. "That's too bad. You must miss your home so much!" Enrique told her instead as he took a glimpse of her expression. "Enrique, the one who bought and changed it to a subdivision is the Houston Group!" Samantha finally disclosed. Enrique was rendered speechless. He had no idea that it was them who destroyed Samantha's home. The one soaring high in the global market at the moment was no other than the Springville before. "Samantha I... I don't know what to say. I was 14 when dad won that land to a bid in Ireland. I'm sorry, I ruined your home!" he apologetically voiced out after few minutes of silence.

The man was even calling himself Sammy while talking to Javier despite being in his thirties and older than him. Obviously, the guy was at his wit’s end. That was why he had tried calling Reivaj Group’s number and contacted Javier. Javier was currently in Jade’s office and was sitting in her chair, the owner of the space and the furniture now on his lap. Javier answered tauntingly, “Sammy who? The one who drives the garbage truck and asks for trash or the one who sits outside the supermarket and keeps telling everyone his family died of the plague?” Samuel was infuriated on the other end of the line but he did not have a better solution. He could only yield and go along with this. “Neither o

A few pack members stand outside watching us as we pull up, a few with puzzled expressions. There is a large garage off to the side that stands alone, separated from the house. When Samuel raises the garage doors with the click of a button on his key chain, I am even more in awe. There are a couple of sports cars, a motorcycle, and three solid black SUV's lined side by side. I look like something the secrets service would travel in. My mind is reeling with one very significant thing on it. Holey crap! He is rich. "This is your house?" I gasp.

Becca ~ “OMG Sammy! You are way too happy so early in the morning.” Sammy ~ “I just got myself some.” Becca ~ “Sammy, shut up! I know I heard it!” Sammy ~ “See you made coffee, grab me a cup as well, please.” Becca ~ “I did not make it. Was it not you?” Sammy ~ “Nope not me.” Becca ~ “Johno?” Sammy ~ “Don’t know.” Becca ~ “Did you let someone in my house while I was sleeping?”

I noticed that Alex was more attentive to this house than the others so I decided to approach him. "You seem to like this house," I said as I wrap my hand around his arm. "Yeah, I do," he replied as he gazes through the backyard. "Any reason?" I asked. "This is where we used to live before my dad passed," he said, giving me a sad smile. No wonder he was approaching this house differently. "I didn't even know it was on sale. I thought this house would've been destroyed or abandoned," he said with awe. "This is the nearest one to your university as well," I said, giving him a knowing smile.

Gloria said. — The house was still when they arrived. Wood. Empty. Vinyard-covered. But the door was open a crack. Sama went first. "'Alex?" she breathed. "'It's me." No answer. Then a sound. Not a voice. A hum. Dean rushed in, shoving her aside towards the stairs. "I can smell something," he said. Sama followed. Upstairs, the door to a back room hung off one hinge. Inside, candles flickered.