Sam X Bucky Novels & Stories

Standing in front of me were Jayden, Jane, and the family doctor, he must be uncle James. And when I turned slowly to my right, still drenched and confused, I saw Sammy holding a bucket. A literal bucket. Water dripping off the rim. “See?” Sammy said proudly, like he just solved world hunger. “That worked magically.” I stared at him. “You poured water on me?” He grinned. “Well clearly you weren’t waking up to your name.” I looked around the room again. Jayden was standing right there. Alive. Breathing. No blood. No pale skin.

“Come, send word to Peter. Tell him that every single one of his men died in Prince York’s hands and that Harvey, the man he had been thinking about all this time, was Prince York himself all along.” “Another thing. Since the tricks that we use with the gangsters and the gray area were proven to be ineffective to Prince York, is it fine if you do something about it, Master Baker?” Sam replied slowly, “I’m from San Francisco. My license to kill might not be useful in Buckwood.” Naturally, Sam of the Baker family and San Francisco’s top man, had an extraordinary background. As for his ability to kill, unfortunately he could not do so anywhere he wanted.

Sam smirked, still not trusting herself to do much more than open her eyes at her rescuers. “I’m.. ah...I’m sorry.” Alex stuttered, looking at her, her eyes drawing him in. Never before had he felt an energy from anyone like this before. Her eyes seemed to glow, drawing him in. “Are you okay?” “Oh sure.” Sam retorted, closing her eyes, flipping her hand dismissively at him. “I always lay in my own blood in the mud.” She opened her eyes, batting them as she smiled at him, “It’s great for the pores ya know.” She extended her bloodied hand towards him, “The name is Sam, Sam Collins.”

At least, that's what she told herself, trying to subdue the excitement that had come from nowhere. Seeing her, Travis turned around. “Hi, Frog,” he said, smiling a little. - Where are you? Steve has been entertaining me with stories for fifteen minutes now, but I suspect they are running out. - This is unlikely, - his interlocutor laughed and held out his hand to Samantha: - Steve Allen. He had a pleasant low voice, and Sammy liked his look - nothing to do with Shannon's perpetual mocking mockery. "Samantha Wylie," the girl nodded and shook a firm hand. Turning to Doyle, she made a sarcastic grimace, “Sorry, Travis, I don’t have superpowers for speed running.”

Luke shouted, panic flashing across his face. “I’m fine!” Samuel said, though his face was pale. Bayo grabbed Samuel’s arm, pulling him forward. “No time to stop!”

Samantha fired, while munching a cupcake. “Samantha, stop! I'm not here to pick up a fight. This is your day, enjoy it without any drama,” she cried. Samantha laughed. She could see Anna and Hailey smiling from where they sat, arranging the gifts. “Here, your baby's present,” Sasha said angrily as she handed the gift over to her and walked out. Samantha smirked and opened the gift which was a small blue teddy bear. “I've never trusted her around sir Ryker,” Anna voiced out.

Sam had been nothing but amazed at how gentle Jax had been with Noah – and not just Jax. Sam’s attention turned to the mountain of a man holding a stack of baseball cards in his massive hand. Sam had seen plenty of rough types in the E.R., numerous genuinely terrifying people with seriously-worrying reputations – but Matt ‘King’ Kingston took the proverbial cake. By a goddamn mile.

{SAMANTHA’S POV} Samantha raced the BMW on the outskirts of Boston, Sam in the passenger seat beside her, heading along the highway towards Salem. She was increasingly annoyed at the growing difficulty in finding his dad. She’d been sure, when she’d seen those Facebook messages, when Sam had told her with such excitement that he’d been in touch with him, that this would be easy. She would just take him to his dad’s house, and from there it would be a direct path to the sword.

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.

Had she done the right thing? Another vehicle pulled in, and Sammy got out, looking like hell. His dad was behind the driver’s seat, and he had an expression on his face bordering between rage and lunacy. Beth turned around quickly, not wanting to make eye contact with either of them, but when a small smile began to spread across her face, she let it. If that’s what dating Carly, or Halley, or both of them got you, maybe Sammy Burk had learned his lesson.