Sam Winchester Fanfiction Novels & Stories

No one was able to be at peace, because whenever someone had a problem, they would confide to Sam and so now the pack is having trust issues among one another. I miss my sister, and wish I wasn't so bad to her, but now she is gone and I am not sure if she is alive or dead, because I hope she isn't. My best friend Matthew has it worse. It turns out he was Samantha's mate but being stupid like the rest of us, he rejected her, which was the last straw which finally led to her running away. I just hope where ever she is, she is okay. As I was doing paperwork I heard a knock on my door, I smelt that it was Beta, Matthew aka the guy who rejected Sam. "Come in."

Samantha. I moan as the suction gets tighter. That's right. Tight... I need her tightness so I can come. But there is something else I want more than my sweet Samantha's mouth. I want my Sammy's little pussy tightening around my cock. I want her soaking wet for me as I bury myself in her warmth. The first time I take her, I'm not wearing a condom. I want her pregnant. I'm going to feel her with my seed...

Alex felt the change in the air and he nodded his compliance. “Okay Sam, no doctor.” He raised his hands in surrender. Sam nodded, looking like a warrior from old story books with a few red streaks running down her face from her wound. “we can do it. We’ve done it before with the horses.” “Good.” Sam put the pendant back under her blanket, tucking it against her skin. “I don’t care who does it. Let’s just get it over with.” Alex sat with Sam on the couch, holding her hand as Ethan set to work. Six sutures and a cold compress later, Sam was all fixed up.The three sat talking about horses, the Red River Cattle Company, and the upcoming events when a loud thud outside interrupted their conversa

"That girl's been in love with you for years." "You think?" I asked, hating how hopeful I sounded. Jen rolled her eyes. "For someone so smart, you can be remarkably stupid. Yes she's been in love with you. Everyone with eyes can see it." The confirmation sent a warm rush through me. Sam loved me. Had for years, according to Jen. The thought carried me through the rest of my shift, overriding the dread of the upcoming dinner with my father. I finished early and headed straight to Sam's, wanting to see her before facing Victor. May let me up to their apartment, where I found Sam curled on the couch with Midnight, reading one of her endless supply of classic novels.

He drawled and Sam blushed furiously. “I’m sorry, I was just in a rush to go join my family waiting for me.” “It’s fine really. Besides this is the most interesting thing that has happened to me on this beach today, he smirked. “My name is Xavier.” Sam smiled and ran her hand through her hair. “I’m Samantha.” “You are in a rush right? Could I get your number? Maybe we can go grab some iced coffee or something later?” Sam frowned slightly. “I wish that could work out but I’m leaving town tomorrow, college.” She added the last bit to clarify.

"Sorry, it's been a while. I didn't recognize you at first. So what are you doing now?" "I'm running an AI startup. Actually, I'm here to discuss a partnership with Mr. Zephyr," Samantha said. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand around Christopher's arm, her smile turning warm and proud. "Oh, and Ms. Sinclair, let me introduce you. This is my fiancé, Christopher Zephyr." Amelia froze. For a split second, everything seemed to go still. Her chest tightened sharply. She glanced at Christopher. He was looking down at Samantha, his expression unreadable. He didn't react when Samantha held onto his arm.

“I thought people like you could afford more than that. What—did your father not give you enough allowance, so you had to marry yourself off to a man like Caelen?” “You—” Samantha’s face twisted. “I don’t understand why a cripple like you thinks she can talk to me this way. I could crush you like an ant. Do you know that?” Slowly, deliberately, she tipped her glass. Wine spilled down over my hair, my shoulders—dripping, soaking. “Like this,” Samatha smiled softly. “Bit by bit. Until your life is ruined.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my own glass and flung it straight into her face.

– Samantha’s POV— The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and the chicken soup I was spooning from a tray. Sunlight streamed through the window, warming the white sheets on my bed. My head still ached, but the bandages on my arm and temple felt lighter today. I was healing fast, my body fighting as hard as my mind. Amore was safe with Ryan’s sister, and that thought kept me grounded. But my plans—crushing Zeke, the Frosts, and now Ophelia’s sneaky foreign deal—kept my heart racing.

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

Their faces seemed to be calm, but their eyes were burning from fury and their knuckles had turned white. They looked like they were going to kill someone. Athena was stuck in between telling them the rest of the other three accidents—no, deliberate events were even worse than sometimes. Athena wondered how many lives Samarah had. When Samarah had appeared in front of her and introduced herself as Sam, short for Sammy, she recognized her immediately even though she had changed so much from her past self. But if we're talking about the sunny Samarah that she encountered when they were elementary, she felt that the Sam and the Samarah back then weren't different.