Stardew Valley Sam Fanart Novels & Stories

Sam pleaded with a smile. She was happy while talking to her grandmother during those hours. Her grandmother was her frequent companion especially when her parents left to work and to look after their business. Sam has a brother who is studying abroad with their grandfather. Sam is the youngest of the siblings, she is also an artist in everything but she is a tender child and beautiful. Their family is known to be very wealthy in their area because of the businesses of her parents built. "Sam, you eat first and we'll leave later." Said her grandmother.

Do you like swimming? Samantha: I love it, but I don't have a pool at my place. Adam: Well, feel free to use it whenever you like. It's yours too, now. Samantha: Thank you, Adam. That's very kind of you. Adam: Of course, Samantha. I want you to feel at home here. Samantha: Speaking of feeling at home, I noticed that you have a lot of art in your home. Do you like art? Adam: Yes, I'm a big fan of art. I find it to be very inspiring and thought-provoking.

"Who's your mother?" "Jessi D'art – her artist name," Samantha replied, a proud smile lighting her face. Darcel's jaw dropped, astonishment written across her face. "The legendary Jessi D'art? My role model?" Samantha blinked. "Huh?" "Jessi D'art, like Jessica," she said and Samantha nodded graciously. "I love her. I've been her biggest fan for years!" Darcel's voice barely rose above a whisper. "I've always yearned to meet her. Her brushstrokes ignite my imagination."

Her nose had fallen off. I peered over the hiding place of her wings. The door slammed open. A combat boot emerged. I looked down at my own and grimaced. Sam stalked out onto the porch, bottle of Jack Daniel's in hand. He was unkempt and wore black sweatpants. He looked like a wastrel, with a junkie's sunken cheeks and hollow stare. He stumbled to the porch swing, black wings dragging on the ground behind him. His black hair was chopped short and metal piercings flashed on his face. He slammed back a drink and sighed.

Sam frowned "A devil. As in a boy with red eyes and hair, a very good-looking one at that but you know the scariest thing? he has horns" " Horns?" "Yes, sharp pointy but almost unnoticeable silver horns growing out of his head. And just yesterday he tried to stab me with a burning knife" Saying all this in a rush tone, Angy he caught her breath as she waited anxiously for her childhood friends reaction At first, Sam looked incredibly confused and a bit lost but then after a few seconds of staring at her, his expression morphed into one of amusement " " are you high or something? " " what?"

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

Sammy knew what he was looking for as he went straight to one of Adam's drawers and got the painting tubes out, they looked expensive, maybe we shouldn't play with them but I was so bored and Alvin had us locked in. "Sit down," Sammy said and started to paint my face with random brushes, using different colors, he had some paint dripping on his clothes and mine, his hands were now filthy but this was so much fun. He told me he's done and I ran toward the mirror to see, he painted my whole face grey, before adding whiskers, and ears and shading my face. I really looked like a wolf, not a great one, but now I look like daddy. "Now you do me," he says handing me the paints making a big mess.

I smiled again at how cute she acted. A few minutes later, Sam came in to my room and I could guess why he came. “Hey bro. I need some allowance, and I'll like it if I can get a raise.” Sam said, tilting his head to the right, with his lips pursed and both his eyes turned to the right. “You really are predictable. Well, go to my drawer and take the amount you see there.” I said as I sat on my bed. “Oh my goodness, bro. Thank you so much, bro. I'm really going to enjoy this, and I'm going to buy plenty of goodies for Marsai.” Sam teased, looking at me with one eye.

All were praising them. Sam was painting in his room. He was doing this focused. He has had a hobby of painting and drawing since his childhood. And with time he became a great not-so-famous artist. He never shows his painting to anyone rather than his family. Isabella came into his room holding a tray of juice. "Do your work After Sometime, drink this first. Why are you looking so thin sam? Didn't you take your meals at a time" his mom scolded him like a fove-year-old child