Samael Homesick Novels & Stories

My sister, Nancy Wood, wanted to be the family's only child, so my mother had my name changed and handed my identification documents over to my grandmother. She even told me I had to pay for everything if I wanted to live under their roof. The change and coupons Nancy got from her shopping were the sole source of allowance I'd get. If she saved 30 dollars from her shopping trips, I would get 30 dollars next month. It was the last day for all students to enter their applications for college. I begged my sister to let me use her computer. She extended her hand. "You have to pay me 20 bucks." I fished all the money out of my pocket. I only had 19 dollars. So, I hastily blurted in a panic, "I

When my body comes to a standstill, my hands are still talons, my teeth fangs. But the innkeeper is to focused to see my differences now. "Malic doesn't care if you have a pretty face or not," Samael spits at his daughter as he holds her above the fire burning in the hearth, "He just wants your pussy." "I can't Papa, please, I saw the blisters on his hand."

I came home and for some reason I was too anesthetized to cry. My mother was gone, she had already left for her shift at the local hospital and I could have some peace. I put on some flannel pajamas and threw myself on the couch, closed my eyes for two seconds and tried to think of something other than the depression I was feeling. As I fell asleep I dived into a different place from my reality and suddenly in my mind the eyes of this Sam guy were stuck in my subconscious. I saw him several times repeating his rudeness inside that diner and yet I didn't hear him.

He decided to sit in one of the chairs in the hallway, along with several other guards. "Do you want to go home?" one of the guards asked Gabriel, but Gabriel shook his head while taking out his cell phone to contact Delaltrik. If Samantha was indeed her Mate, it meant that the Moon Goddes had not destined him to be with Luna, but only an ordinary human who would give birth to a hybrid for him later. But, the potential danger that Samantha would experience by becoming the Mate of a pure-blood owner seemed like it would certainly be very dangerous for Samantha.

she throw questions at him looking curious and her eyes moves from left to right trying to read into his eyes. ~ Samael realize what caused her panicked heart after seconds trip into her memories and he look at her questioning gaze, she is sure not to let it rest unless he give her a good explanation. Because of his weak energy he might get consune by another energy in him which always desires blood and in other to prevent that, he has gone back to his home back in the forest with all the maids who are his attendants and they all had to go back to serve him. Rather than tell her all are back now but are invisible standing around her and risk giving the long years secret out he wolill rather

His eyes lingered too long, too heavy. Samael’s voice still clung to his ears. His touch still burned on his skin. Was it real, or just another dream bleeding into his waking hours? The mansion whispered around him. Every corner of this place bore his family’s mark, their presence… and yet, inside him, an emptiness gnawed. He belonged here—yet last night, in Samael’s arms, he had felt something terrifyingly like home. Arriving at the dining room there he saw his family and friends waiting for him and when they say him their faces lit up in happiness.

I sighed frustrated and snapped at him, "Samael!!" He jolted, turning his body towards me as if realizing he wasn't alone, he sighed. "Sorry...This is my room. I'm used to being alone. Especially with everything that is going on.." "Like what?" "Your return to the mortal realm." He looked away, clearly uncomfortable as I stared at him. "Why is that a problem?" "Because it's dangerous..." His reply was soft and undecided. I guess he was trying to figure out how to answer without revealing too much.

“Sam, you know I am trustworthy. I know my place is with you. That is why I have not dated anyone or tried to talk to a male. Not unless it was you or Kota.” Samael stood up from his chair, flashing around the desk to stand behind me. Craning my neck back, I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I could see his amber flames sparkling within his irises. It sent an icy shiver down my back. Swallowing nervously, I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth to chew on it. A habitual act of mine. His gaze flickered down to my lips before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Samael reached out, placing his fingers on my bottom lip to tug it from between my teeth.

I turn the shower water on and begin undressing. Once I'm out of the shower I dress and get ready for my shift at Angels Keep. The day is wet and rainy and drags by even at work. Jack decides to close up early, sending me back home and when I get there it's eerily quiet. I'm sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone aimlessly when I suddenly hear Samael's voice. "I'm coming for you."

He couldn't imagine where Samara had gone or what had happened to her. His phone rang just as he was about to get into the car. He responded without hesitation after pulling it from his pocket. “Hey, lover boy. Go home now.” “I don't have time for your bullshits, Mikel. Do you have any news?” “Tsk! Go home. Your baby is already there.” “She’s home?” “Yes, Master,” Mikel teased, mimicking Samara's voice. “Take care of her, so we're not the ones you're—”