Transformers Fanfiction Sam Treated Like A Sparkling นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sam’s POV “I can’t believe how you two girls are talking to one another. You used to be such good friends,” Drake said, stepping forward. Lily smiled as she believed it was me who was being scolded. Zola was right. I wasn’t the Samantha everyone once knew—the kind, sweet girl who was eager to please and willing to forgive. I am Sam, an independent and headstrong survivor. I do not answer these people, nor should I be afraid of them. I embraced my inner Sasha, the smart-mouthed woman with whom I have been spending time, a woman who is not afraid to say what is on her mind. “It’s hard to be friends with someone who would literally stab you in the back to get into your mate’s pants. There is on

With more bones cracking, I watch his transformation chillingly reverse against his wishes—slowly returning Sam to his human form against his command as if it were no longer governed by his own decision. Writhing on the ground in agony, the tundra fur covering Sam’s frame retreats before my eyes, replacing itself with his bare dirty skin. With no consideration for his pain, his tail and jagged claws retract swiftly as if they were never there to begin with, leaving him to cower miserably on the rough concrete ground. Feeling the vengeful wrath within me cease at the pitiful display led at my paws, I notice the shocking energy resonating within my body equally cool itself down before coming t

In my most sincere voice, I said, “I’m so sorry. That was unbelievably rude.” Brandon looked at me for a long time, as if he was trying to make sure I meant my apology. Eventually, he said, “It’s okay. You’re right. I never got a chance to meet him. I’m glad you did though. You can tell me stories about him.” He looked at my sister and Aaron who had recovered from the shock of my verbal diarrhea. “All three of you can. I just wanted to see Sam before I Transform, to say that I faced him as a man; that’s all. He’s a big part of my motivation to be here, after all. It might make it a little easier if the Transformation gets painful, like you were saying, Cadence.”

Caine asked with a sly smile. "You know he did," Sammy said. "What did you say to him to make him so scared?" Caine pressed his finger to his nose. "It's a secret." "So... how come you didn't forgive him?" Damien wanted to know. "I don't know." Sammy looked out of the window, eyes glazing as he focused on some point in the distance. "I just... went into a... a sort of trance. I knew he wasn't genuinely sorry." Damien stood abruptly, knocking the books off the bed. He wore a wide, dopey grin as he paced the room. "Yes, it's working. It's the spell. He's guiding us."

Sam replied back with a playful smirk, but the smirk was soon replaced by a nervous smile when Jenny's indimadating gaze fell on him. “ Okay, don’t burn me with your eyes. I invited him here because I wanted to show him that you’re happy without him, “ He said, clearing his throat. “ what ?” “ I mean,...he was boasting about you being still single because of him and '' Sam placed the glass on table and began to play with it as he continued “ he was saying that you still haven’t moved on from him and you’re living a devdas life after him. So I just wanted to burn his ass by letting him see how strong and happy you are. I know this sounds childish but I couldn't let you down like that….” Sam

Nicholas' voice came over the speakers, tinged with a hint of exaggerated fear, though there was no hiding the excitement in his tone. "Samantha, don't you think that's a little too much? After all, Henry—" Scoffing, Samantha raised a hand and interrupted him. "He certainly didn't think it was too much when he edited your diagnostic plan and ruined your future, nor did he care when your family was in dire straits. Release them!" Her last two words were barked straight into the microphone as an order.

"What?" "The phone is the transmitter! If I take it into the plane, I can crash the whole network from the inside!" Sam looked at me, then at the millions of people watching his screen. He looked at the chaos in his neighborhood. He realized that this wasn't a game anymore. "Finish the story, Kaima," Sam said, his eyes tearing up. He didn't drop the phone. He **tossed** it into the blue beam. --- ### Into the Belly of the Beast

I ignore her and get back to my lunch. Sam reaches my hand and squeezes it a bit. "Don't listen to her, Angel." I nod in response, trying to hide a little fear inside. "We will have fun later; we have plenty of things to talk about, okay?" "Sure," I reply as I press a thin lip smile. "Thank you, Sam, you are so sweet." "No, wait 'till Maddox shows some love," Sam says it like a joke. But my heart takes it seriously; my heartbeat spikes, and I am unable to speak.

I know I feel I am not connected to Tim, but I do not feel the sparks as I should if the Moon Goddess approved of us marking one another. Sam throws his arms in the air in disgust and turns away from me walking toward the door. “Where are you going?” I ask uncertain of what is happening. “I need to go for a run,” he replies as he continues to walk out the door. The door slams behind him, as I sit in bed with the blankets now wrapped around me to take the chill out of my body. “I would like that as well,” I murmur as I lay there with tears rolling down my cheeks. Sam POV

That was what made it all bearable. But would he love her after she had undergone the punishment? If she knew Rexius, he would reserve the Ioric acid treatment for her, would scar her face as best as he possibly could. She may lose the best part of her looks afterwards. Would Sam still love her? She hoped that he would. A hush descended over the chamber, as the hundreds of vampires edged in closer, eager to see the exchange. Samantha took several steps closer to Rexius, and got down on one knee, bowing her head.