Actress Samantha Robertson Novels & Stories

Don Russo said as he gently released her hand. “My name is Samantha.” “Just Samantha?” Don Russo asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yes.” Samantha replied as she brought her teeth to bite down on the right side of her lower lip. Don Russo leaned back as he assessed her figure and moved his eyes back to the painting. “Good job captain.” Mica’s voice rang through the earpiece. Samantha smiled but didn’t respond. “I leave totally left out here.” Brittany said as she brought her hand to her chest as if she was offended.

How can Damian come here to protect her? Laying on her bed, Samantha finds it difficult to sleep. Her body aching from overthinking. Her phone rang on the bedside drawer that she had kept it. Mumbling curses, she reached for the phone and answered it. It was her manager calling. "Hello, Samantha. Where are you?" The manager asked her. Grumbling, Samantha replied, "I won't be coming to work until next week." Before Samantha could hang up, her manager interjected, "Sama, you have a big modeling shoot this weekend, and you can't miss it."

“Oh, hey, Charlotte and Leo!” A female voice interjected, stopping whatever Leo's retort was going to be. “I thought I heard voices up here.” Sam, or rather Samantha, came to join her husband at the railing. Her sun-bleached blonde hair was pulled back out of her tanned smiling face. She was the reason that Robbie was no longer a problem child. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him like he was her strength. Robbie's caressed her arm as he pulled her closer to him. It was such a small motion, but it spoke of a deep love between them.

Sam pushes my hand away, and anger finds the tears in her eyes. "No, Robbie. That's not good enough. Please look at me the way you used to. I need you to look at me like I'm the only girl who matters to you." Samantha Laplow and I are as alone as we will ever be. It was a setup. It was a ruse. And yet here I am finding myself, wanting to be with Sam one more time. "I don't know, Sam. I've been with Missy. You know that. I can't just give that up."

She leans against my desk, her perfectly styled hair catching the light as she raises an eyebrow at me. "Liam, seriously, we need to find a good match." Sam is exhausted—not that anyone else could tell but me. I know I’ve caused her heaps of trouble by ignoring Sophia's texts and calls since the party—the woman is nothing if not dramatic—but I hadn't thought it would be eating into her personal time enough that she’d be this run down. I glanced up, my eyes meeting hers in a silent exchange before turning back to Mark. "You won't believe what Samantha's been going on about," I told him, rolling my eyes slightly. "She's all about ‘creating a stable image’ lately. Apparently, Sophia's at the to

Samantha sighed and swept her sorrows away. "That's right. I'm completely free now. I can put all my heart into finding a lover here in Sentius City to build a family with and have children together. "I can live the peaceful life I always wanted now," he said while looking at Samantha. Samantha knew what he meant. She turned, feigning ignorance, and pointed at a billboard above them. "Look, it's Cynthia Cooper's advertisement. She's one of my favorite A-list models. My greatest wish is for her to walk on the runway wearing the clothes I designed."

She responds, her voice dropping in tempo. Cainan nod, he can certainly use a ‘try’, with that he opens the door and there stands Samantha. In a red mini gown and what looked to be a six-inch Lita heel because she was never this tall. Samantha is one of the prettiest girls Cainan has ever met, with dark skin, brown eyes, full red lips and an impressive body, but there’s an ugly side to her and Cainan always tries as much as possible to avoid it. Her face has enough makeup to make her look like an angel and Cainan almost burst out laughing at the thought, but he knew that would only end up with him getting punched in his face. “Hey?” He says, uncertain of what is appropriate to say.

Lawrence glared at Darren, who was laughing. I looked up at the sound of some people laughing. Samantha walked in with Addison, next to her. They were laughing rather loudly, oblivious about all the heads they turned. Samantha had changed her outfit to a black tight-fitting bodycon dress, with thin straps. It hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves. "Hi!" Samantha greeted, eyeing Darren and Lawrence. They both stood up to greet her, Darren shaking her hand gently. "I'm Samantha," she introduced herself.

Throw in the lack of health insurance, and this medical bill-- I was going to be broke until I was a hundred and two. A knock on the door caught my attention and made me look up. An attractive woman in her late forties entered the room, a shy smile playing across her face. Her dark hair was pulled up neatly into a bun, and stylish square glasses accented her big, brown eyes. She looked familiar; something about her smile and the confident way she carried herself. "Hi, Samantha. I don't know if you remember me, but I would like to talk to you about Robbie," the woman said confidently. It was the voice coupled with the designer suit that made me remember her.

I said and Mera laughs. Mera suddenly holds my arm and we stop walking. Since Samantha is looking at Henry as she talks. She bumps on Mera and me. I immediately hold unto my wound when the impact and Sammantha’s arm touch my wound. When Mera sees it she looks at Samantha with a burning glare. “I- I’m sorry.” Samantha said as she hides in Henry’s back as if Mera will bite her. “You’re Samantha Ravenwood, right? You know what, you look like someone familiar. Have you heard about Samantha Prime, Henry?” Mera said as she faces Henry and Samantha completely.