Sammy X Norman Novels & Stories

For some reason, he felt familiar and comforting. "Norman, why haven't you asked me to play basketball lately?" Fragments of memory drifted to the surface, and I saw brief moments of us playing together. Since I didn't respond, his expression soured, and he let out a small pout. "Sam, why is Norman ignoring me?" Samantha stepped forward, looping her arm through his. "Norman lost some of his memory in the accident, and he's not fully recovered. Don't push him right now."

"You'd better look good before you die, Norman." "I don't think today's the day, champ." "I believe you." Smiling, the bell rang, and Norman swiftly launched an attack. Without attempting to dodge, Damon let the hit land on his face, sending him flying. He coughed up blood and looked at the smirk on Norman's face.

Normani had to go! Moreover, one fact hit me harder: Shawn doesn't lie; truly, Normani takes his monstrous side.

At least, that's what she told herself, trying to subdue the excitement that had come from nowhere. Seeing her, Travis turned around. “Hi, Frog,” he said, smiling a little. - Where are you? Steve has been entertaining me with stories for fifteen minutes now, but I suspect they are running out. - This is unlikely, - his interlocutor laughed and held out his hand to Samantha: - Steve Allen. He had a pleasant low voice, and Sammy liked his look - nothing to do with Shannon's perpetual mocking mockery. "Samantha Wylie," the girl nodded and shook a firm hand. Turning to Doyle, she made a sarcastic grimace, “Sorry, Travis, I don’t have superpowers for speed running.”

“I can't believe you're saying that. Roy Rodiak having enough of his job?” “Well, even if you don't believe it, it’s like that, Norma.” “And what will you do when you retire? Buy a boat and go fishing? I don't see you doing that, forgive me.” “I plan to go to London to visit my daughter.” Norma stopped short, staring at him in disbelief. Roy stopped two steps ahead. “Did Samantha finally decide to make amends?” “She sent me a picture of my new grandson, and she wants me to meet him.”

Norman, who was aside, couldn’t no longer sit back and chided, “You f*cker! Do you really think you’re some kind of hotshot? Having Zendaya to ask you questions is an honor! You really have a stroke of good fortune to be able to talk to such a famous idol, it must be a blessing of your previous eight lifetimes! Yet, here you are acting high and mighty! Who do you think you are? I get even more upset as I watch this any further. If you dare, fight me one on one!” Alex replied calmly, “You don’t have what it takes.” “F*ck!”Overwhelmed with anger, Norman felt as if he had suffered from internal injury due to Alex’s harsh words. If weren’t for the concert was about to start and Norman realized t

Norman sighed, shaking his head. “I need to drink some beer,” he mumbled. “No!” We all shouted at the same time, and he flinched. Even Dexter shouted no. “What is wrong with you all?” He asked, stunned. “You can’t drink beer, for obvious reasons,” I replied, grabbing the towels. “I’m cancer-free now. I’m perfectly okay,” he exclaimed. “It doesn’t matter,” Dexter said, taking the towel. “Why do you care?” Norman asked, rolling his eyes.

protested Liam. **Norman continued his distorted account, creating a narrative where I was the villain who spoiled everything. I maintained my composure, knowing that the truth was on my side but also aware that Norman's words could influence others' perception of me. I kept my expression firm despite Norman's accusations. Simon, looking between me and Norman, seemed perplexed and suspicious. Liam, always calmer, tried to mediate the situation.** "Wait, Norman. This doesn't make sense. Peter isn't the type to do something like this on purpose. What really happened?"

"You're strangling the life out of Sammie." He quickly let's go, face brightening again as he sets the plushy back down on my bed. "O-Oh, I'm s-sorry." Was it possible to think stammering was cute? I plop myself on the bed now, keeping my eyes on him which I'm sure is making him strongly uncomfortable but he was acting really weird "It's alright. They don't mind" "They?" I bend closer to his face, as if I'm telling him a secret as he leans forward "Sammie doesn't have a gender since their names go for both girls and boys but that's a secret between both of us, so you can't tell anyone. Okay?"

“Holy crap, he’s even hotter in person…” “Why is he here? Is he picking someone up?” “I swear, if it’s Lucy, I’m gonna scream.” Sam followed their gaze and nearly choked. Yup. It was him. Layson Norman. The man, the myth, the nightmare of all male competition. And right now, leaning against a sleek black car in a perfectly tailored suit, smoking casually and looking like a damn magazine cover—he was the epitome of “untouchable.” His gaze was distant, unreadable, exuding so much raw dominance even a stray glance from him could knock someone breathless.