Sam X Bucky Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

The next thing I heard was, “Watch me.” I groaned internally, already knowing where Amber was headed. Before I could stop her, she turned to Xavier and called out, “Hey, Handsome! Could you come here for a second, please?” I stiffened. “Amber, don’t—” Too late. Xavier approached us with his usual calm, polite smile. Amber flashed him a bright smile, tilting her head slightly. “So, who are you, handsome? And what do you do?” Xavier, ever the gentleman, gave a small nod before replying, “I’m Xavier, Mr. Cole Buckman’s special assistant.”

Baxter demanded. “Yeah!-” I began. “I- um, he's a homeless guy I usually give a few quarters. He lives downtown.” Samael cocked his brows in disbelief. “Be easy on him, Baxter. He means well. He's just a bit- um...” I pretended to struggle for the right word, feigning sensitivity for Samael's imagined condition. “He's special.” “I'll grind your bones-” Samael hissed, but was interrupted when Damien slapped him on the shoulder.

I could not believe it when he sat on the chair beside me. I looked through the window when Teacher Lelouch started the lecture. A few minutes later, Samuel began to talk, “Phoenix, I am sad about the death of your brother. Until now, no one knows who killed him.” I was shocked when he said that. So, I looked at him. “How did you know about what happened to my brother?!” I asked him. So, he smirked. “It is simple.” He said while smirking. So, I closed my hands. “I am Samuel Cumberbatch, remember?” He sarcastically asked me. So, I became irritated.

Duncan called after him. “I know,” Jason answered without turning back. “But I can live with that.” I watched him go, then curiously turned to Duncan. “Can I know?” I asked. “You remember who Sam is?” he asked, and I nodded. He was the older man with the silver wolf. “Sam is a real veteran. He was a warrior all his life and was a really good one. But Jason is right. He is getting old.” “Why did you say that he would never forgive Jason?”

It has been just the two of them for the last 6 years since. Sam is actually Samantha as you might now understand. At 18, Sam is 5'6" tall and weighs about 110#, a slim womanly figure with full B-cups but she has been wearing an undersized A cup to make them look bigger since being teased when she was younger having only 'Bee-stings'. When the boys started noticing and stopped teasing her, she didn't give them the time of day. She just grinned evilly and walked away.

"I only saw him for a minute. Then Dr. Sanders saw Mr. Beck and his fiancé Sam, and he thought they were better company. I tend to agree with him on that," I sigh. I really like Samantha. She's even kept in touch. She's married now and they are also expecting! Seems like everyone is getting their happy ending except for me.

“That poor kid, to think no one in this world cared for him...I can see why you’re so pissed. How is he holding up?” “He is napping right now; Sam is keeping an eye on him. She is angrier than I am. Alpha Richard is looking into things for us, he has a mess up there himself.” I wipe my forehead with my towel. I am starting to feel a lot better. “Thanks, Buck.” “No prob, man.” He smiled and punched me on the shoulder. “Want to spot for me a while?” I nod as he starts his workout. ~~~~

rounded the corner. “Hey, Pat,” Sammy said with a shit eaten grin. Patty didn’t know whether to scream, panic, or slap his face. Sammy Buckle was a guy she had dated for six months eight years ago. He still had that large auburn box afro with a black pick comb with the fist on the handle hanging out of it. His nose was still huge. He was a biracial guy she met through so called friends of hers in Phoenix years ago. She had fallen for him hard. He knew it, led Patty on long enough to con her out of multiple amounts of money before he dropped her for another girl. He didn’t even have the decency to tell Patty. She had to hear about from other people she had known in Phoenix. If that wasn’t bad

I watch Sam pull away. I feel like a fool for not going after her. But I can't worry about that now. I can't worry about everything that our relationship isn't. She has Mr. Darcy now. I'm sure he'll make Sam very happy. The doorbell rings. It's Percy Jamrog. Percy comes in with his muddy boots. His shoes are always filthy. But, instead of going to college like the rest of us, Percy works with dirt. He started his business plowing snow, cutting down trees, and doing any other yard work he could get his hands on.