Sam Winchester Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

His attention was still on Alisa. “Babe, I’m just having a craving. It’s only one cigarette. I’ll go smoke in the bathroom and take a shower too. You get some rest.” With that, he hoisted an impatient Alisa into his arms. She clung to his shoulders, a smug smile on her face as he carried her into the bathroom. The sound of the shower echoed through the room, mocking me. Sam always said I had a soft heart. I’d always forgive him as long as he begged.

"Patience… Breathe it in. I prepared this gift just for you. Since you can't live without a man and insist on holding on to Channing, I found the wildest nepo babies in the city to satisfy you tonight. Maybe afterward, your maternal instincts will flare up again and you'll want to bear children for every man in town!" Samantha's voice played again. "Sydney! You're so vicious and shameless!" Sydney snickered. "You're the shameless one here! Don't you own a mirror? Go look at your reflection! Who do you think you are? You crawled out of a filthy slum, yet you dared to seduce my husband and cling to him! You're not just shameless, you're a seductress! I'll let you act like one as much as you li

Trying to withhold an impending strop, Sam’s head ticks to the side as if he were glitching while he scrunches his reddening face in frustration - waggling a grubby finger towards me, almost taunting in its manner as he leers my way in irrefutable disgust. “Ouch,” Sam cracks his neck to the side, “-that really hurt, you know? I mean, that wasn’t exactly friendly now, was it, Willow?” he scornfully comments while clicking his tongue against his stained gritted teeth—almost hissing at me while he vehemently shakes his head back and forth, “I gotta be honest with you at this point, you’re really starting to piss me off. I thought we had an understanding, but apparently not. I mean, did you hone

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,"