Transformers Fanfiction Sam Treated Like A Sparkling นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I never want to let you go again. We've been through so much, but now we can finally be together." I nodded my head vigorously, unable to find the words to respond. "I thought I would never see you again," I whispered, and my voice choked with emotion. "But now that you're here, I realize how much I need you in my life." "I need you too," Sam mumbled with a smile on his face. "Regina, my cute little sister, I've missed you more than words can express." I raised an eyebrow in surprise, a mix of confusion and curiosity washing over me. Sam will never call me a cute little sister; that's not like him. I wondered what had brought about this sudden change in his behavior and if there was somethi

“It doesn’t matter what we say, we just have to keep our stories straight. If I improvise, all you have to do is go with it. Agree with whatever I say and spin the story.” She nearly vibrated with fury. Dominic suspected she wanted to stamp her foot and yell at him. “No, you have to stop changing the strategy on me. In case you didn’t notice, my mind shut down over there and I couldn’t speak.” “I promised I would take care of you and I’m doing just that, Sam. I had to get you away from those men. That guy with the glasses was about to make a move on you. We can’t have that…” It bothered him and it shouldn’t. He had no claim on Samaire. Their fake relationship was beginning to feel real. She

I nod once, without daring to look at him. “I can’t believe he didn’t kick us out,” Sam mutters behind his laptop, just loud enough for me to hear. “He’s so into you, Rave. That’s the only reason we’re alive.” I open Word and force my focus on the assignment, ignoring him as best I can. “Now be a good girl and return his pens after class. I’m sure he would love a private word with you,” Sam whispers, voice low, teasing. I sharply look at Sam, nearly slamming both pens against his head for a third time.

Thank you for journeying with us. Sam: (alights and stretches himself) Finally, a touch of the open sky. Lemme go have meself, a well deserved meal. Osmosis: (raises an eyebrow) Where do you think you are going to? Sam: (bends his neck to both sides) To go and eat of course. Do you wish to tag along? Osmosis: (heaves) Ain't you forgetting something? Sam: (confused) What? Oh..(clears throat, faces the camera and smiles) Thank ya'll, sweet readers for everything(blows a kiss to the camera and attempts walking away)

“Sam has always been more than your wolf. Her purpose is tied to yours, just like your destinies are intertwined. But you already know that, don’t you, Serenity?” Before I could press for more, the Graeae Sisters giggled again, their mischievous energy cutting through the tension. One of them raised her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, Sam began to shimmer and change. “What are you doing?” I shouted, panic clawing at my throat when the silver light engulfed her. The answer came in the form of a child.

My sister, Cherry Nicholson, called me nine times before she jumped into the sea. I didn't pick up once. Now everyone says it's my fault she's gone—even my fiance, my Alpha mate—Samuel Carver. He used to stay by my side through every painful treatment for my wolfsbane fever. Now, he shoves me to the ground like I'm nothing. His once gentle face is now twisted with contempt as he looks down on me and warns, "You don't deserve to be happy!"

“I thought people like you could afford more than that. What—did your father not give you enough allowance, so you had to marry yourself off to a man like Caelen?” “You—” Samantha’s face twisted. “I don’t understand why a cripple like you thinks she can talk to me this way. I could crush you like an ant. Do you know that?” Slowly, deliberately, she tipped her glass. Wine spilled down over my hair, my shoulders—dripping, soaking. “Like this,” Samatha smiled softly. “Bit by bit. Until your life is ruined.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my own glass and flung it straight into her face.

I hate crying. "I know, I will, just not yet ," The last part I mumbled. He was going to give me a lecture on friendship, I know, I can see it coming. He was like my mother in that way, always trying to change my mind or make me a better person. Him attempts were pathetic and for me the time they made me listen to them was time wasted. I would not change. "Sam, listen to me, I know you don't like it when I tell you these things... " Just before he could go on with his «Do the right thing» talk, someone knocked on the door.

"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. **

I quickly added, “I don’t mean better than Ford, by the way. I just mean better than they’ve been treated. Most of these deals were made long before Ford took over. I’m not sure if his dickhead father was aware of it or got a cut. Or maybe he just didn’t care. But we need to stop them.” Sam was silent for a bit, then yawned. “Sorry, Samira woke up a lot.” “But?” “But you’re right. I’ll back you up, okay? Luna Nivia.” He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at Sam, “just for a while. I haven’t given up on my dream entirely. One day I'll be Alpha Nivia. But I wouldn’t mind being the Night Claw’s Luna for a few years. You’re not so bad.”