Sam X Bucky Novels & Stories

“Sort of contract jobs. Not much but it pays the bills.” Zach silently did not believe him. He knew there is something behind that cool demeanor and he means to find that out. “I didn’t get your last name,” he commented patiently. “Walters didn’t mention it.” “I didn’t,” Alex piped in softly. She looked at Zach, straight in the eye. “He’s last name is Buckworth. He’s the Bucky that’s been calling on my phone, sir.” “You always loved that name for me, do you, sweetheart?” Damon drawled, smiling down at her.

' 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.

I held my head and slid down the wall . "Okay I know I never really liked you from the beginning but, Amber please, Lexy has to live please, I'm begging you. She's the last person from her family that's still breathing, she can't die, please ", Sam went on her knees beside me in tears. God please.... Not her

Sam left words in the middle. "Shut up, Sam. You are acting so ruthless. I don't believe in her shit. You know Zina always talks shit. Why you guys are thinking negatively?. It is nonsense. Someone would save him. So what if he doesn't know swimming. There must be some guide or someone who helped him. I will go and find myself". Becky burst on Sam. Marcus holds her before she falls to the ground with the details Sam shared insensitively. He took the phone from Becky and tried to hear it.

The words slipped out before she could catch them—a reflex from a summer seven years dead. Max looked at her steadily, a flicker of something like gratitude crossing his face. "I know," he said. Samuel was already at the trunk, tossing in a small duffel. He’d traded his training gear for a dark denim jacket and black jeans. He looked less like a champion and more like a man who was prepared for a fight he didn't plan on losing. He moved with a quiet, lethal grace, his size making the sedan look small by comparison. He opened the door for her, his eyes meeting hers for a fraction of a second. No words were needed. She got in, and he took the wheel.

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.

Sammy says as she approached my desk. I'm trying to push back the vision of bending her over my desk, rolling up that skirt and slapping that tight ass of hers. "Uh...It's fine. Samantha Gale. This is Alpha Jackson of Red Rock." I introduce her, slightly rising from my chair. Luke stands up. "Samantha." He flashes her a smile. "Please, call me Sammy." She smiles back. "Sammy....That's cute." He grins. I clear my throat. Luke looks over at me as I shoot him a look.

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.

Zoe had told me that Ethan hadn’t even bothered going to see the dummy body I’d left behind, so surely he wouldn’t suspect a thing. “And who’s this?” Zoe cooed, leaning into the back seat to greet my son. “My name is Samuel Black,” he said, holding out a hand for her to shake. “But most people call me Sammy.” “Oh. My. God!” Zoe cried. “You are just too cute.” He blushed and ducked his dead. “Thank you. Mummy’s told me a lot about you.” She laughed. “Only bad things, I hope.” “Oh, no! All good things.”

Fortunately , Sam knows a lot of people since he’s a warlock, so I end up asking him if he could find somebody to produce the healing potion that I was given. If I can find someone who can produce these at a cheaper price, then I plan to buy as many as I can. I don’t care how toxic they are. Unfortunately, I don’t hear back from Sam for a few days. I also don’t see much of Austin, which is a relief. According to the boys, he’s been busy