Sam Loud House Novels & Stories

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.

"Yet... you look tired mija, tell me what's going on." Her mother could always read her like an open book. "It was... complicated, Mamá." "I bet it's that old boyfriend of yours! Jason?" "How did you know? Also, he's not a boy," Samantha said with a bitter laugh. "He's a force of nature. He just... he gave me a house tonight. In front of everyone. On live television." Elvira's eyebrows rose slightly. "A house?" "I know, it's madness isn't it? It's worth more money than we've seen in our entire lives combined."

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?”

The truth was that seeing him living in this house, in that room, again, had profoundly felt like life coming to a full circle. "You know what I mean. You know what this symbolizes." Yes, she knew. It had come as a shock to her as well when along with her dadu, Samar had arrived too. With his suitcases and all. And then had proceeded to settle in the room that had been his when he had stayed here. Maahi didn't know what to think about it. But Samar hadn't wasted time in clearing his intentions. And he had none to claim the ownership of this house. His lawyers said that the house would stay a Vaghela property as intended in Lala Amarnath Vaghela's will. So, would all their personal assets and

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.

“I’ll come back, I promise.” “My dear, would it be okay if I borrowed your dad for a quick moment? I promise it’s nothing serious—you don’t need to worry, okay?” “Okay! I was going to the bathroom anyway.” Sammy slipped off the sofa with ease, adjusting his T-shirt before padding down the hallway toward the bathroom, his quick footsteps echoing softly against the hardwood floor, leaving me alone with Elliot.

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

The afternoon of the following day, Harvey finally decided to visit Sammy. He thought that she must have stayed at home since it’s the weekend. He was also hoping that the woman he saw was really Sammy. After he informed his mother of his plan, he drove promptly to Sammy’s house. On the other hand, Sam was busy listening to the music through her wireless earphones while washing her car. Hence, she did not notice when a car stopped in front of her house. She was covered with sweat throughout her body while rinsing her car. She prefers to do it herself than bringing it to the carwash station to serve as her routine exercise every weekend.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Mike asked, scratching his head. "Depends." Sammy teased. "Are you going to burn the house down?" Mike laughed. "It'll have to be something simple." When he turned to look in the cupboards Sammy stared at his back, noticing the outline of his shoulders beneath his thin shirt. He quickly averted his gaze as Mike spun around, arms filled with boxes of pop tarts. "My favourite," Sammy said. When the pair sat with a plate of freshly toasted s’mores flavoured tarts Sammy breathed the sugary scent of the marshmallows. It reminded him of that night in front of the fire, burning Mike's hairbrush.