Novel & Cerita Sam Winchester Fanfiction

“I am aware. And that is why I, have decided to reject you as my mate” The air left my lungs suddenly and I almost collapsed as my knees grew too weak to carry me. Reject me? “Did I do anything wrong?” I asked, trying hard not to let the unshed tears in my eyes flow. “Is it something I did?” I held onto his hand pleading with my eyes but he brushed my hands away. “Samantha,” He began and my heart dropped when I realized what he was about to do, “from today, I Jackson hereby reject you as my mate,”

Celia buried her face in his shoulder, and from an angle that no one else could see, she shot me a smug little smile. I held onto the watch, ignoring her. At the door, Samson suddenly stopped and looked back at me. "You. Don't you have anything to say?" I shot back, "Say what?" Should I start crying and admit I was wrong? Or beg to tag along to the hospital? I wasn't about to stoop that low. Samson stared at me for a moment, then snapped, "Turn in the application yourself." I watched him hurry out with her in his arms, practically stumbling as he rushed.

I turn up the corner of my lips and what follows next almost made me tear his face off. "Oh Samantha, come to bed with me! Dump your stupid, flabby boyfriend and let's go for a fifth round or was it six? I think it was more, but who knows. You're wild, girl and I want more of your ass in me..." I cut the call off before he could continue. I looked at him and he was laughing his ass off.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I walked back to Sanantha,who was standing rigidly, her hands clasped around the handle of her bag so tight her knuckles had turned pale. "Samantha what's wrong?"I said with a concerned frown. "We can't do this. You have a fiance," she said more too convince herself than me. "I don't know why I keep making these stupid mistakes" She muttered under her breath but I heard her. "Samantha, we have a connection. You and I both know that we're attracted to each other."I told her placing my hand on her shoulder which she shrugged away. "That's not true" she lied.

When he left, she exhaled shakily, unaware that Taylor had been listening from outside, worry written all over her face. That night, the pack’s celebration roared to life. Bonfires burned, drums echoed, and wolves danced beneath the stars. Samantha stayed in the shadows, tending to the injured warriors who’d had a little too much to drink. Taylor appeared beside her, a cup of wine in hand. “You’re really not going to join?” “I’m working.” “You’re hiding.” Samantha sighed. “He’s the Alpha’s son. I’m a healer. There’s nothing more to say.”

She would never connect herself with him ever again. Samantha spent the next couple of days, working at her end time shift as a waitress for a restaurant. She decided to bury every problem she had and faced what she actually loved. She wasn't weak for love anymore, instead she was stronger. "Samantha, please attend table seven." Hurriedly, she rushed over to the table. She didn't get herself anymore, her eyes were getting heavy and wobbly. Her legs and hands trembled and she was beginning to feel weak.

Samantha's POV I paced the hospital waiting area, worried sick, at interval, I glanced at Ariana who was twisting her fingers in a nervous gesture, I wondered why she had to come back, it was a welcomed relieve when she was taken away as a slave, I truly do see her as bad luck because whenever she was around, only something negative do happen to us, she came back this morning and look father is undergoing surgery, I wished I had a normal sister like some of my friends, one to chat and tell everything, someone who doesn't bring Ill luck to the family and most especially, someone who isn't a freak, I wondered why she was back, perhaps, her bad luck had been reflected to where the boss is and h

Even the icon for the power of the wolf nation, she could only lie in a white chest. "Princess, I waited for you so much, even when you were lying like this I still loved you," said a man. He is Samuel, or better known as Sam. He was secretly in a relationship with Arnanta's daughters Jeff and Brizel because he knew that the caste difference between them would definitely not be approved by Marcus. "I hope you come back in a different form,"

Samantha leaned back against Cain, her hand resting lightly over her stomach. Cain leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “Look at them,” he whispered. “They are happy,” She smiled and felt his hands covering hers over her stomach. “Because of you.” She tilted her head, pressing her forehead to his. “Because of us.” He kissed her softly, not bothered about the pack members. She smiled against his lips and mumbled under her breath, “You made me whole, Cain.” He chuckled and pulled back, his gaze meeting hers, “So do you, Sam. I love you and I promise to take care of you and this tiny pumpkin.”

"No excuses, Aurora, or I swear, I kill you!" "Killing me on my birthday? Nah! You can do better, Sam." I winked. She grinned wide, wickedly flashing her whites. "Yeah, you are right. I won't kill you. I will keep you in a vegetative state. Better?" "Ugh!" Stefan groaned from beside. "You chose the wrong profession, sis." Yeah, we all knew that. Sammy was a Romano—through and through. **