Sam X Bucky Novels & Stories

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.

Poor Body, the cult has him super brainwashed, "Good for you?" "Thanks," I respond and then look at Saint again. He looks like he just sucked on a sour lemon, "Anything you want to add to that?" "Absolutely not. It's nobody's business if you're bisexual, we don't give a shit," he snaps, then turn around to sit down and look away from me. Ten minutes later, Sammy finally shows up in a long red dress that hugs all of her body. I want to complain about waiting, but I can't. She looks really, really hot.

"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.

“I can’t, Alpha.” “Yes, you can, figure it out.” Buck struggled again and Samantha looked over to Daren and motioned him over. Daren looked over him and nodded. “She got you good. But if this was a real fight there is one way to get out of this. Figure it out.” He crossed his arms and waited.

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

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

WINNER GETS A $500 CASH PRIZE TONIGHT! "Sam, you gotta sign up for the contest tonight!" Sammy hears coming from behind her. She turns to see Luke walking up, smiling alongside Jimmy and Steve. "You ride "Bully" better than anyone else in town. You got this!" Luke states seriously to Sammy. "I just got here.. I'm only a shot in..I'm going to need another drink or 3 before I get up on "Bully!" Sammy answers back slightly nervously.

Alex tries to breathe, tries to fight back, but fails. “Sam release him,” I finally say. Sam may be angry but he is still a good Beta and complies. Alex crumples in the floor.

Boss says. ****** 1 hour ago: Daddy, you already said yes when we asked you! You even promised! You can't take back your promise!" Sammy protested. If you ask who Sammy is, she is the daughter of Jace and Jon and is 3 years old. She and Sam are twins, and their favorite uncle is none other than Alex. "When did I agree to that? I don't recall agreeing to my 3-year-old daughter wearing makeup, Sammy." Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing—was he actually in the middle of an argument with his 3-year-old daughter? What kind of sh*t was this?

Meanwhile, Damian got Buck to lead him to Samson. Buck brought Damian and Fergus to a hotel before saying, "This is the hotel that Samson operates, sir. There's a casino in the basement, and he's usually there. "So, um, I won't be going in. I'd be dead if Samson saw me." "Fine. You can run along now," Damian said, dismissing him with a wave. Buck thanked him profusely before hurrying off. "Should I call some people over, sir?" Fergus asked.