Sam X Max Novels & Stories

SAMANTHA The door swung open before I knocked the second time. Macey stood there in leggings and a cropped hoodie, hair piled on top of her head in that messy, effortless way that made her look like she lived on P*******t. She barely blinked before smirking. “Girl, my brother refused to let you go without imprinting himself on you. You reek of sex.” Heat crept up my neck and flushed my cheeks. “Hi, Mace.” She leaned on the doorframe like she was hosting a talk show. “Hi, Sam. You wanna come in? Or just stand there marinated in whatever testosterone-laced cologne situation you’ve got going on?”

As his eyes roam her body, he begins to feel an uncomfortable tightening in his lower regions. “Good to know.” He tells her with a nod, before he walks away once more. This time not as quickly, since he has a rather unfortunate predicament in his jeans at the moment that hinders his escape. He really should not have let his eyes follow her hand. As he makes his way into the office, he finds Samuel sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the counter and a machanics magazine in his hands. Sammy is going to school to be a mechanic so the guy lives and breathes all things vehicle. He works midnights at the motel to support himself, his young girlfriend and their newborn baby.

“Sam and I go a few years back when she used to come here with her late husband, Maxwell. Do you know him?” “I’m sure he’s not interested to know about Max, Terry,” Sam stated softly. “Maxwell Cameron, the largest real estate developer in the country and spreading across internationally,” Damian responded patiently. “Of course I know. Only a fool, who doesn’t. He was a hard-working man and ruthless in his dealings. Ruthless but compassionate.” Damian glanced at Sam when he said the word ruthless and enjoyed the reaction he saw in her eyes. He met her gaze challengingly, daring her to argue.

“What is this? Is this an AI news?” Nora shook her head. “I don't think so. Sam… Samuel used drugs” “No!!” Max screamed, dropping the towel. “My son would never do drugs. Even cigarettes makes our wolves feral if our bloodline try” “Then what is this?” Nora faced him, her eyes shaking. “He called me before the the start, to ask about Isis and...” Max doesn't want to hear that, what he wanted was different. He grabbed his phone immediately. “I need to go back to Ember. Samuel would go feral of this is true!”

I demand as I twirl my pen between my fingers. “Alpha.” Sam’s voice is hurried as he steps into the room. “Your shields have been up. I’ve been trying to mindlink you.” “I’ve been busy focusing on work.” “I need to tell you something.” I sigh. “What is it, Sam?” “Alpha Maxwell, when I tell you this, I need you to hear me out.” He steps towards my desk, and I lean back in my chair, already losing patience. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but you need to believe me.”

I spin around and see Xander and Lincoln also sprawled on the floor, limbs loose and wrong. “What the fuck?” Sam yells. “Arlo, Rolo, Neil, get help. Now!” Brant roars at his unit, and they take off in different directions at a dead sprint. I drop to my knees and roll Max onto his back just as his body goes rigid. His muscles lock and then he starts to convulse, his whole frame shaking uncontrollably, teeth clenched, eyes closed. Ice floods my veins. What the actual fuck is happening?! “Get them onto their side!” Sam yells, voice sharp with command.

I said as I lead him to the theater room. I open the door to reveal a large flat-screen television surrounded by large sofas. There was also a mini bar at the side with cotton candy and a popcorn machine. I watch as Alex walks inside the room to take a look around. He stood in front of the popcorn machine before turning to look at me. "Mind if I have some? For the tour?" He asked. "Sure," I said as I approach him. I turned on the machine and we just stood there watching the kernels pop, one after another.

Sam is happy for becoming strong so he can protect his family in future. And Max is happy to accept himself. The End

"I missed you too. So, how's Sam?" Jacklyn asked him when the disengaged and a blush crept up his chin. "She's fine Off to Paris for a Fashion show." She did just smiled. Max and Sam are her perfect OTP after her parents. All her life she had never expected herself to have a gay friend talk more of having one as a bestie but things and perceptions do change. Max and Sam are one hell of a couple. They can be goofy and funny sometimes, while other times they behave like cat and dog, but that doesn’t show much they both love and adore each other.

DAYS BACK “I have an idea...a perfect idea to finally bring your cousin down...” Samantha said to Maxwell Murray. Maxwell turned towards her. He chuckled, “My cousin is not one to take down with one move. You know that yourself...” Sam cat walked towards him, she leaned towards his ears, “Don’t you trust me?” she whispered. Maxwell inhaled, “This stretches more than this, Samantha.” Sam gripped his jaw and turned his face to face her. “Do you have a better idea?” Her eyes looked mean and cold.