Sam X Max Novels & Stories

Xander is a devil who I can't kill, but only watch him do whatever he likes to me. Fuck!... I wish I could find someone to kill him.

Miriam, who had began going to his church asked. “These rains are now deadly, people have to be careful.” Ken said. The way he put it so casually made me shudder. But I pretended I was shocked by Alex’s death. I looked at Alex from the side of my eyes and it was obvious Ken was more intelligent than an average shamba boy. How can he plan someone’s death so perfectly as to make it seem it occurred as a result of a natural calamity? Alex’s car was recovered downhill. There was a loaded pistol in his vehicle and an unspecified amount of money in the car. But what was even stranger, there was a five-liter jerrycan full of human blood!

Samantha's heart fluttered with anticipation. She had known that Alexander was interested in her, but she didn't know he was serious about making her his mate. "I can't," she said, shaking her head. "I have children. I can't just abandon them." As Samantha spoke, Alexander's eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened. "You have already been claimed, Samantha," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "By me." Samantha's heart pounded in her chest and her eyes widened in horror.

I whimper. “I, on the other hand, am feeling very out of control about this trip and I need to be inside my mate again so I can feel confident that I’m ready to face whatever comes our way today,” he says, thrusting inside me as his canines sink into the flesh of my neck. As always, Samson’s venom makes me come instantly and my mate thrusts hard and fast inside me, forcing me to ride out the orgasm and pushing me to a second and then a third before he finally releases inside me.

marcus the slave said it yeah its kinda weird "Ako din if galit ako maghahanap ako ng flower saka ko ito paglalabasan sa galit ko" i look st sam weird nga "Paano kung walang bulaklak?" Tanong ni Maxwell "Mas lalo akong magagalit hindi nga lang sa problem kundi sa bulaklak" sam said, ang weird hindi ko pa siya nakikitang ganon "Kayo meron syempre meron din ako" agad sambit ni Maxwell agad akung bumuntong hininga

The officer awaited him, with a hint of amusement playing on his lips. “I don’t get what you’re saying. Samantha should be home.” The officer chuckled. “You think I’d mistake her for someone else? She’s a regular here. I’m just surprised to see her again after you promised me last month would be the last time.” Maxwell sighed, the weight of exhaustion settling on his shoulders. He’d lost count of how many times Samantha had landed herself in trouble during her side job. Repeatedly, he’d been the one to bail her out. The officer and Maxwell knew the routine—Samantha would face consequences if formally reported, so Maxwell always used his influence to keep things under wraps.

Max in a cold voice. Mr. Max stood unfazed outside his car as he watched the second man take out his phone and contact someone. A few minutes later, Simon emerged from the house and looked at Mr. Max as he walked up to meet him outside the gate. "How can I help you, sir?" Simon asked, pretending not to know who Mr. Max was. "Where is my daughter, Samantha? You and your boss are holding my daughter. Kindly return her to me unless you want problems," Mr. Max said, and Simon looked over at the two bodyguards that had accompanied Mr. Max.

Sam had noticed that a long time ago, but didnt want to crush his father's spirit about the lady he liked. “I have her in my car...” Sam pointed out his car as they made their way to it. “Is she pregnant, did she rob or kill someone?” the chief concluded, not giving his son the chance to continue. “Those two!” Max murmured to herself as she realized who was coming her way. “Wait! Seth! What...Shit! no, no, no. they can’t find me here” She hurried and took her bag and left in a rush. “Max! Max!” Sam shouted as he realised she was running.

As the door creaks open, I see a really old thin mattress in the corner of the room—a broken chair in the other corner and a full-length broken mirror missing half the glass. Cold fog rises from my lips. It’s so cold in here. I gaze at the mattress. I hope no one has been sleeping in here. I suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. The only thing that brings me comfort is the sweet smell in here. 'Alpha Maximus,' Sam says behind me. 'What are you doing in here?' he asks. 'Sorry, I lost my way around. I was heading to the dining room but must have taken the wrong turn,' I say innocently.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.