You've Reached Sam Age Rating Novels & Stories

Sam was at the Aerie, standing in front of the kitchen island with a cup of coffee when the private elevator opened. “Papa Sam!” He looked up. Maya stepped out wearing a pink jacket, sneakers, and the most impatient expression a twelve-year-old could possibly make. “You're not ready!” Sam glanced down at himself. “I am ready.” “You're wearing a shirt.” “That's usually a good start.” “And you haven't done your hair.” He touched his hair. “What’s wrong with it?” “Everything.” She grabbed his wrist. “Come on. You promised.” “I didn't forget.”

"Look again. Look at his eldest boy." I look back over and search for Sam's oldest. I don't know his name or their ages that well, but he has to be around twelve. I spot him, not far from his mother and grandmother and see no sadness in his face, he looks almost determined. I stare in stunned silence as he straightens up, lifts his right hand in rotation and places it on his forehead in a tribute salute.

Vera kissed his hair, "I'm sure you will. If you need any help, I'm always here. And rest assured that your secret is safe with me. Thanks for trusting me, Sam. I promise I'll take your secret with me to my grave but I will never tell anyone." "I trust you will. Now I must go." Sam hopped out of the bench. "I may have big challenges ahead of me, I'm still a boy right now. I need to play like other kids my age. Revenge and all... It will come in its time. I'm not wasting my childhood on anyone. Karma will catch up with the sinners. Until then, I'll focus on my grades and health, and eventually work hard so I can achieve my goals. Vera watched him go. Sam mixed in with other kids, laughing and

Anna’s POV “You have got a despicable talent for ruining good moods, you know,” Smith told Sam. That was needed. He took it right from my heart. I wondered why someone would be so inconsiderate. “How many of your happy moods have I ruined, young master?” Sam asked neutrally like it never mattered. “I won’t be the one counting that. You had better let young couples do their thing so you can stop being a bachelor at fifty-eight…” Smith told him jokingly. I laughed at this but I had gotten what I wanted before. I had found out Sam’s real age.

Danielle's POV "I'm definitely not a minor, dammit!" Sam cried out in frustration, as Micheal teased him about looking younger than his age. "What are you, like 15?" Micheal joked, earning a groan from Sam, at the back seat. I smiled, as the both of them bickered away, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what I was about to go do. What if this turns out to be a very bad idea? What if they don't let me see him? What if he doesn't even answer my question.

“Actually, I’m thirty-four. I always get mistaken for a kid. That’s why I had to grow out my facial hair. Apparently, that still isn’t helping my case much.” Her eyebrows raised knowing his age. “That just means you’ll age gracefully. I can see it now Sam, when you’re in your late fifties. The young women will be attracted to you and call you a silver fox.” She looked up to meet his eyes and noticed the apples of his cheeks. He was smiling hard. Sam cleared his throat. “I don’t want to be a silver fox, nor would I want to still be single at that age.” He got her to the office without any delays. Getting out of the car he helped her out.

For both of them. “No” “Excuse me?” “Sam, you almost got caught once. They will recognise your scent. Please do not try anything until I’m back.” “But—” “Please”, She rasped, turning towards him. Sam heaved a sigh, settling against his pillows and turning his attention to the television. Annoyance was evident in his face. “Fine” “You promise?” “Yeah” ***

“Mom’s gone,” said the voice on the other side. “Went down for cigarettes. Come on, let me in.” I opened the door. Sam stood there, staring back, concern etched on his face. At 15, he looked older than his age. He’d grown early, to almost six feet, but he hadn’t filled out yet, and he was awkward and gangly. With black hair and brown eyes, his coloring was similar to mine. We definitely looked related. I could see the concern on his face. He loved me more than anything.

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.

he said, his voice booming with false cheer. Mariam blushed deeply, a wide, shy smile crossing her face. "Ah, Sir, we aren't married yet." "In my eyes, you are already part of the family," Onijikan countered. "Tell me, have you turned eighteen? Samuel is eighteen now." "I’m sixteen, Sir," Mariam replied politely. "Ah, young and bright. That means by the time you reach SSS 3, you will be a young adult. And how are your parents?"