Sam X Guy Novels & Stories

Ugh, why the fuck am I so jealous? Mark grabs my arms and leads me out of the building. "Well, it was lovely meeting your friends. And look, even your friend Robbie has a new girlfriend. That's quite a relief to me if I am being honest with you, Sammy," Mark says as he puts some gum into his mouth and starts chomping. Mark is the only person who calls me Sammy. It sets him apart from my friend group, along with his British accent. Both drive me crazy, and both are powerful.

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?

I catch myself with my bad wrist, and pain shoots up my arm. “Shit, Alyson,” Sam says, dropping his gym bag and going in after the guy who was pounding on the door. “Jim,” he calls. “Are you here?” Sam helps me to my feet and rounds on the guy, shoving him against the wall. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Where’s Jim?” “I’m not telling you shit.”

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.

It had been like cutting through butter, and Sam was amazed at his own skills and power. Facing him now was Cain—large, muscular, and holding a long staff just like Sam's. He charged, scowling. But he was no match for Sam. As Cain swung wildly, Sam blocked blow after blow. Cain couldn't get anywhere close. When Sam was ready, he knocked Cain’s staff clear out of his hands with one sharp strike, and the staff when flying over his head, and into the crowd. Sam then followed up with a hard jab in the solo plexus, knocking Cain to his knees.

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.

Ryan tried to scream to me under the mouth wrap that was tied to her mouth, good thing for her I was smart enough to know that already. “Easy there.” The man that I later found out was Sam, from the brief browsing I did of him, brought his hands up in surrender. “You wouldn’t want to spoil the fun so early now, would you?” More men came from behind him, maybe 10 or 12. I could take them all out with one swing if I was in my wolf form but sadly, they were all humans, transforming here would be too dangerous. “Did you bring the money?” Sam stared at the bag in my hand before looking up to my face again.

So that if we want to go we can without all the…formalities,” he said and grinned at me. I nodded my head. They sure were keen on keeping their pack safe, that was a good thing. ”Yo, Sam!” Someone was yelling from behind us but before I could turn around, a big body slammed into Samuels, pushing him forward. ”Watch out, dick,” Samuel jokingly punched the guy's arm before straightening his shirt. The big guy smirked before he turned around and saw me. His smirk disappeared and in its place, a lustful grin grew and his eyes darkened.

Sam stood his ground, “He can't expect to post that shit about you and go scot-free. Anybody that messes with you, Luke, they mess with me.” Sam sidestepped him and fled the room. “Oh, God!” Luke muttered and chased after him. “Sam, hold on.” He kept pleading with him to stop and reconsider, but Sam wasn't hearing him. Sam's friends, Tom and Mike were waiting for him on the school grounds. “Hey, guys,” He greeted them cheerfully, shaking their hands, “So, who's this Dexter guy?” Luke stood by the side and listened as Tom and Mike filled Sam in about who Dexter was.

A guy greeted us as he walked to us. "Hi," I replied. "Can I know you?" I asked. "I am Samuel, a lead defender" He replied. "It is nice meeting you," I replied. "I can see you are getting along and you are adapting to my troublesome sister" He replied with a smirk walking away "Damn you, Samson" Sara replied with a friendly annoyance and I chuckled. "He is your brother" I asked to confirm his claim. "Yeah.. My troublesome brother, ``she replied. "You twins?" I asked.