Sam Winchester Novels & Stories

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?

Swallowing whatever was put in her plate by the servers so as to not draw unnecessary attention, she hastily made her way to the flats that served Samar as his base these days. She found Samar inspecting a weapon in his hand. The fluidity with which he was doing it while simultaneously barking orders around, was a testimony of his expertise with them. There were already two loaded semi-automatic revolvers and their magazines faithfully nestled against both sides of his ribs, tucked in his shoulder holster. There was a faint outline of weapons at the end of his trouser legs as well. "Did you want anything, Maahi?" he asked, not really looking at her. Or stopping.

When Pops would come over to help out , he would always give Sammy rides in his truck across the pastures to look at the animals. As Sammy started to get a little older,he would even let her sit in his lap, take the wheel, and drive on occasion. These are some of Sammy's most memorable moments of her life and even keep a photo of her and Pops driving the truck in her driver side visor. If Sammy is ever feeling down about missing Pops, she just flips her visor down, and it brings a smile to her face. For as long as Sammy could remember, everywhere Pops drove, you would catch him in his Two-Tone: Red and White, 1970 Chevy C10 pickup truck.

I touched and pulled back the curtain and it was revealed to my eyes the things that Samantha was hiding. Spear, bow and arrow, and different kinds of guns. But what caught my attention was a crossbow. Where does Samantha use these things? I took an arrow and gently touched its head point. This was customized because there was SE engraved on it. Samantha Escanor. Between the letterings were red colors. Using the tip of my nail, I gathered the red stains. I brought it to my nose and smelled it. Smell of blood. That's when I frowned. What does this mean? She's into hunting? While I was absorbed with my deep thought, something fell on the floor. I bent down and looked for what had dropped. Then

Sam said, wanting to leave most urgently now that she was asking for his money and marriage. Sam kissed her cheek and touched the doorknob when Darrel called out to him. ‘Sam Howard, I heard this name before. Are you the same Sam Howard, aka Sam Bekket, aka Sam Holmes, or aka Sam Elon?” Darrel asked the panicking man when he paced his hand on his shoulder. “What do you mean? Take your hand off of my husband this instant!” Samantha said, stomping her feet towards the two men.

"When I apologised for beating him up, he told me about Edward’s plan and we came up with one of our own. We never knew about the gun though." "Oh, God," Lexi gasped. "Was it a real gun? I felt so damn sure it was—" "It was an M9-A1 BB gun," Sam said. "Looks pretty much identical to a real handgun and they said he could have taken your eye out at close range if I didn't... you know..." Sam pulled a face and made a stabbing gesture. "He's going to be okay right?" Lexi asked. "Well... yes... aside from the punctured lung and paranoid schizophrenia." Sam rolled his eyes.

Sam whispers into the phone. I want to smack her through the phone. Of course, we aren't cool. If we were okay, she'd love me back, and Mr. Darcy wouldn't be an option for her. "Sure, Sam. We're cool. Sorry I made an ass of myself last night. I was a little drunk. I hope I didn't say anything too embarrassing." Sam breaths into the phone with a sigh of relief. "So you're not in love with me?" I don't respond right away. But, whatever I say now will make Sam question the rest of her life with Mr. Darcy.

Rexius began slowly, in his deep, gravelly voice, “…the chicken comes home to roost.” He breathed deeply. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries. I should kill you now, just for making me wait so long.” Sam was not intimidated; instead, he felt a fresh dose of rage rise up within him. He could tear this man apart. How dare he—or any man—talk to him that way. “And I should kill you for speaking to me this way,” Sam responded, snarling, beginning to walk forward. But he felt Samantha’s reassuring hand stop him, hold his shoulder, and he hesitated.

Taking in a deep breath some began to talk, praying with all her might that she would not be judged, banished or worse; condemned to the dungeons again. “My name is Samantha Austin and I have lived with my pack since I was born. I am an Omega born to two beta wolves. I have three siblings - all of which are betas. The only exception was me, and when I turned 17 and had still not found my wolf nor my mate, I was sent out of my home to forage for myself.

Sam replied sharply. Sam disliked being called by his first name. To him, it reminded him of an old man who always wore a black coat. His partially gray hair on the right and left sides added to the intimidating appearance of the man. He was tall, upright, and his gaze was much sharper than anyone Sam had ever encountered. His speech was concise and decisive. Moreover, anything he commanded had to be executed and yield results. Otherwise, prepare for a lengthy punishment.