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Sam surprised us when he got down on his knee and held up the bouquet. Although I'm mad at Sam for hurting Clark, at the same time, I wasn't. Liam came to my side and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close as we watched. "Clark," Sam starts as he licks his lips nervously. "We knew each other since we were kids. We grew up together in the same neighborhood. I was like your big brother who protects you from bullies. Deep down, I cared deeply for you, not brotherly. It's weird for a teen to fall in love with a boy quickly. So, I waited. I waited until you got older. Before I could find you, my parents died, killing me. I stay away, hidden to grieve." He takes a deep breath and contin

Only then did Tim understand the scale of his mistake. Janice was never a piece on a board, someone he could play with. She was a demon, a complete psycho. - "Samuel!" I jerked awake and found myself lying in a room I didn't recognize. Several strangers stood around me. I scanned the space, alert. The room looked old-fashioned, almost like something out of a period drama. "Where am I? Who are you?" Janice's mentor stepped forward, wearing a gentle smile. "Samuel. I'm the one who brought you here, through a pact with the governing force of this world."

Readers of "Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return", Your dearest author would like to announce that I have turned this book into a series. I have written all the stories of Ethan's and Sam's children. To read the rest, simply search for the books below. Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story)

He marked me, like a stigma that everyone could see. He sniffed my neck and held my waist, took a deep breath with his eyes closed. Was I dreaming of that moment? - What do you want here Sam? - I said softly, almost as if I were telling him a secret. He didn't answer anything, he just went out my window. And at that very moment I blacked out. I blacked out so deeply that I woke up on my couch, with the book I had gotten up to get open at page 150 on my chest and perfectly covered.

Fast-forward 11 years and all I want right now is to have Samantha underneath me so I can taste every inch of her beautiful body and see once and for all if she really is better than that damn cake... I snap out of my memories when Sam suddenly starts packing up her stuff. What the hell is going on? She is looking over her shoulder like she is expecting someone to pop out behind her and yell "Boo!"

She flipped the pages and sighed, almost five pages for just Jake's rules, she got tired and frustrated for just reading it. The door opened again and this time is Samantha. "Wow, your room is so big, at least we will live a good life here." Samantha exclaimed swinging her hands. "Yes." Leilah simply replied and kept the book by her side. "Why are you sad? You should be happy." Samantha said.

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When I look at the clock on my phone, I decide to wait till the morning. Unable to sleep, I stay up and read a book for a while and then stand by the window as the storm brews. Shaking my head, I decide to finally go back to bed, but just before I lay down I hear someone knocking. This time it wasn't a cop, it was Sam and she had some news for me.

I ask, at last, becoming very uncomfortable with the whole thing. “What’s up, girl?” Sam asks, ignoring my question. “I’m fine. This is Charles, although I think you already know him from the way you two are behaving.” “Oh, I know it’s Charles, trust me, I know,” Sam replies, with a sly smile. The smile reminds me of that of a cunning snake that I had read about in a picture book when I was about seven or so. Somehow, I know that what I’m about to hear is not going to be pleasant in the least bit.