Sammy Si Tu Luces Bien Novels & Stories

Warm and smoky, like spice soaked in sunlight. “Hi there,” the woman replied. Her voice was velvet and smoke. “I’m Rebecca.” “Sammy.” Rebecca’s eyes stayed on her, steady and full of a quality that made Sammy feel seen in a way she never had before. Her lips curled just a little. “Is this your usual spot, Sammy?” She laughed nervously. “Not at all. It’s my first time here.” Rebecca’s brow lifted. She looked amused. “You don’t say. You’re pulling off the illusion pretty well.”

With the pain, tears started to spill over. "Maybe you should come home tomorrow. We—" I could not finish my sentence. Betty's voice cut in again. "Darren... Go faster, don't stop!" Darren caught his breath, a long pause followed before he spoke to me. "Claire, when I get back, we'll throw you the most amazing crowning ceremony. We'll cover the place with roses, your favorites." His voice was a whisper, breathy and distant. For a second, I could not tell who he was really talking to.

I nodded stiffly, uncomfortable with the praise, and escaped into the summer heat. The test drive was quick and uneventful. As I pulled back into the garage, my phone buzzed with a text from Sam: *Still on for tattoos tomorrow?* A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. Two days had passed since our midnight swim, and the image of Sam by moonlight, water droplets glistening on her face, her usual shyness replaced by something wild and free, hadn't left my mind. I'd spent years perfecting the art of not noticing her that way, she was Sunny, my best friend, the smart one, the good one.

‘Uh,’ I cleared my throat, ‘yeah, it still surprises me that the pack can’t shift whenever you want, but I’m interested in seeing how tonight pans out. Sammy glided over, holding two chocolate milkshakes, ‘I’m buzzin’ for tonight!’ She sat next to Theo and slid over one of the milkshakes to me, ‘Here, it’s the best chocolate shake you’ll ever have! And it’s a must-have, especially for tonight.’ Kaylee looked at her with her eyebrows raised, ‘Why especially tonight?’ ‘Oh come on,’ Sammy shimmies her shoulders, ‘we all know how the full moon makes us all feel a bit frisky.’

“I dropped hot water on myself.” She looked at the phone screen, but Samson’s screen was dark. “What are you doing, sitting in the dark?” “I am just...” “I’m sorry for leaving your place without informing you,” Samson confessed. She lifted her gaze to the dark screen. “Mr. Ruffino, I cannot see you. We can translate the call back into audio if you want to talk like this.” She turned and bent down to take out the ice pack from the fridge, and Samson’s eyes widened, and he stood and switched on the light.

He laughed in response. “I know that’s why I brought you here, so you can have a lot of fun with me.” Liam looked at her with lusty eyes. Samantha cleared her throat, coming to her senses. “Sure, why not let’s go and have fun?" She screamed at the top of her lungs while grabbing his hand. He looks at her in surprise, and she grabs his arm. Omg! He scoffed. Samantha and Liam both walk inside. The disco lights make the surroundings amazing.

I grinned with a shrug as I nodded to the seat, offering him another chance to sit. "I see." Sammy muttered, his face dropping as if disappointed that I did not have the lurgy. Plopping my feet on the edge of Matteo's chair, I eyed Sammy carefully; he was a thin male, as tall as me; nothing significantly attractive about him, apart from his eyes, which were the most beautiful shade of blue, like the ocean on a clear day. But he covered them with those glasses. Such a waste! "Have you ever considered contacts?"I asked bluntly.

"No excuses, Aurora, or I swear, I kill you!" "Killing me on my birthday? Nah! You can do better, Sam." I winked. She grinned wide, wickedly flashing her whites. "Yeah, you are right. I won't kill you. I will keep you in a vegetative state. Better?" "Ugh!" Stefan groaned from beside. "You chose the wrong profession, sis." Yeah, we all knew that. Sammy was a Romano—through and through. **

My dad is wearing a dark green suit and everyone turns and stares at him as soon as we arrive to the function. "This is exciting," Sammy whispers and squeezes my hand. She's rocking new hair tonight. Her hair is long, blond and shinny. Gorgeous. And she's wearing a stunning gold dress with her whole back in display. Also, her skin is shinning like she applied glitter or dark magic or something. I don't know how she did all that, but she looks like a Hollywood actress tonight. "Guys, stop holding hands," Brody growls and gets in between me and Sammy, "You look goofy, all four of you holding hands together.”

“They’re coming tomorrow. I don’t know when, and I don’t know where, exactly. But they’re coming for us, Samyak, and we need to act now.” “Okay,” he said, with a slight nod. But his eyes were narrowed, and he wasn’t looking back at me. “Sammy?” I asked, shifting forwards to take his hand. It was then that I realised what he was staring at. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled, flipping his hands over, staring at his palms. They were glowing with golden light, shining as brightly as the silver orb of the moon. He raised them up to his face slowly, the light catching on his jawline and then moving up to caress his cheeks.