Samael Homesick Novels & Stories

She was wrong to come back to her hometown. She lost her pase. It's as if the man didn't just took her bag, he had stollen her brain as well. She didn't know what to do or where to go so she decided. It was time for her to go to her house. After a long walk she finally made it, the house she was born in but never felt like calling it home. The thought of walking in gave her chills. But she had nowhere else to go. Now all she had to do was convince herself to walk in.

[Sammy] “Okay I walked in, can I leave now.” “Not without getting at least one phone number,” Diego insists. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t need it because one of these hot ladies takes you home, but I am willing to give you a bit of grace if you at least make an effort.” "Gee, thanks Santiago," I roll my eyes. "Of course, I am doing this all for your blessing."

I duck my head down to avoid letting her see the sudden redness darkening my ears and ignore her admonishment. There is something different about Samara. I don’t know what it is, but something draws me to her in a way that I have never felt before. I know it is wrong to get too close to the humans that work for my publishing company, but ever since the day that I saw her when she started working here, I have found it harder and harder to stay away.

This was dangerous, it meant my wolf couldn't heal easily, especially not on it's own, and worse case, I could die from it. _______ Samantha's POV I had arrived home late after that night's experience with Kennedy. I thought I'd feel better, but nothing changed about the way I felt about Alaric. I came out onto the balcony, ready for the lab. I hung by the rail, feeling the fresh breeze. My heart skipped a beat as I looked toward Alaric's room. The air felt strange for the past three days. Usually, I'd see him almost daily even if just passing, but there had been no sign of him.