Sam Loud House Novels & Stories

"I admire your independence, not your dependence." He took a key from his pocket. "This is the key to my estate in Malibu," he said. "It will be safe there for Christmas. No Marco. No media. Just the peace and quiet you want." I looked at the key, tempted. I needed a place to hide from Marco's obsession. "You won't be there?" I asked. Dante’s smile was gone. His voice was serious. "This is a safe house, Samara. Not a cage." I hesitated for a long time, then took the key.

"I believe you. And it's a great opportunity. I'll talk to him properly and I'll probably leave the mall." "That will give me a lot of peace of mind. You'll be safer there." "Yes, that will give me peace of mind too. Rômulo won't bother me there. And my mother decided to sell the house too; we're going to buy an apartment..." "Ah! What great news! My mother-in-law is wonderful!" I was relieved, because Samantha's house wasn't very safe; the walls were low and there were no bars on the doors or windows. Samantha laughed at my reaction and gave me a kiss. "You know, I really liked what you did at the store today," Samantha said, giving me another kiss.

But the filthy satisfaction of being used like that, of carrying the older man’s seed inside her while the house slept around them, kept her pinned to the mattress, fingers idly circling her clit, spreading the slick mess over her folds. The door creaked open without a knock. Sammy stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. He wore nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the long, thick outline of his cock already half-hard against his thigh. His dark hair was tousled, green eyes glittering in the low moonlight spilling through the window. He leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his bare chest, watching her. “Heard everything,” he said, voice low and roug

Now I knew what he’d done, I could return the favor. I followed his scent through the city. His terrible cologne hung in the air like thick smoke, cheap, overpowering, impossible to miss. It led me to a quiet, fancy neighborhood where every house looked the same. White fences. Trimmed lawns. Trees planted at perfect angles. Everything looked like it had been cleaned three times over. I didn’t get out of the car. I didn’t need to. I just turned the engine off and listened. From where I sat, I could see through the dining room window. Sammy was seated with his parents, piling food on his plate like he hadn’t eaten in days.

She warned. “Yes ma’am!” Samantha chuckled and kissed my cheek as she walked past me. “Having a good day?” “Be better if you were here.” I smiled. “Oh please. Get a room.” Greg muttered. “Careful Greg, this is technically MY house...” Samantha laughed as she went up the stairs. “But lucky for you your kids are too cute to be homeless!” ~~~

Sam asked, “Do you mind telling me clearly which house you’re talking about? We’ve bought hundreds of houses in the past year, and I’d appreciate it if you could give me the address, so we don’t waste time.” Lisa turned to her mother. “Mom? The house by the beach.” Amie said, “It’s along Bay View Avenue, or something like that. I’m sure you have it in your files.” Sam nodded. “We do have it in our files, a hundred of them, the ones along Bay View Avenue.” Lisa stared at him. “Is that so? A hundred? Wow!” “Sounds like the whole neighborhood,” Amie said. Sam was getting rather agitated now. These two women were wasting his time, time he’d rather be spending on his work or with Chan and Lilly.

Part 5: All Hallows Evie "Thanks for the help." Sam Holiday waved from the porch of his new - well, old but new to him - house, as the last carload of his siblings drove away. He eased down onto the porch swing and sipped a beer as the autumn sunset painted the sky. He'd turn thirty-five in ten days and he'd just bought his first home. It felt damn good. Now if only he had someone to share it with.

Samuel let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Samuel: We need to talk. Her reply came just as fast. Ava: Yes, we need to talk. He leaned forward, his fingers flying over the screen as he typed: Samuel: Give me your house address. For a moment, the chat remained still, no typing indicator, no response. Samuel stared at his phone, waiting, but the reply never came. The sound of the bathroom door opening made him stiffen. He quickly locked his phone and tucked it into his pocket as Raymond strolled out, running a towel over his damp hair.

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

Sammy said, struggling to remember his name. “Bernard Shaw?” Athena asked. “Yeah him. She only gets that way when she either has a nightmare or he's done something.” Sammy said, shrugging. Loud music could be heard filtering through the house causing Athena to frown. She listened as the music blared from the first floor of the house. The beat was a fast paced tempo and she found that she liked it but she wasn’t able to understand all the words. With a frown she stood up from her seat and went down stairs.