Actress Samantha Robertson Novels & Stories

Samantha cried, trying to shoulder the severe pain she was feeling all over her waists. “Get me my phone,” she ordered. Madam Kate stood up and rushed out of the bathroom. She returned, holding Samantha's cellphone. Samantha sniffed as she put a call through to Sasha. “Hello,” Sasha's melodious voice sounded cheerfully from the phone. “Bitch, it's time,” Samantha said with a smirk.

"The question is what you do choose to do about it." Rosa had been listening, and now she spoke up. "What about you, princess? What's your sob story?" "Rosa," Betty warned. "No, it's okay," Samantha said, surprising herself. "My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, he's... he's Jason Hale." The cell went dead quiet for a second, then Rosa burst out laughing. "No fucking way. You're the chick from the videos? The one with the five-million-dollar bounty? I knew you looked familiar."

She has so much to learn about these rich and powerful men, when they want something nothing can stand in their way. "Oh my gosh! I can't go on a date with him!" She exclaims. "Why not?" I frown. I think they'll be perfect for each other. "Because he's Evan Micheals, Farrah!" She says as if I should understand what she means. "He's like one of the richest men in the world! And I'm just me!" "Well, I'm dating Alessandro Moretti and Phoebe says I look like a hobo." "But you're like beyond beautiful, you can wear anything and still look good." She looks genuinely sad. "I'm just plain old Samantha and he's freaking Evan Micheals!"

Before she could say anything, a soft voice behind her called out, "Rachel?" She turned slowly. There, in a snow-white dress that made her look delicate and innocent, stood Samantha. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders, and her face was flawless, her eyes wide and gentle. She had the kind of look that made men want to protect her without even knowing why. Rachel felt her whole body go cold. Samantha! Samantha smiled, lips tinted pink, her cheeks flushing as she sweetly said, "It's been so long. I guess we'll be coworkers now. I'm really looking forward to working with you."

The judges looked at each and had a silent conversation before looking back at her. "Okay, Miss Samantha. You have only five minutes to introduce yourself in your unique way. Your time starts now." Mr Johnson said and she hurriedly nodded at them. "Okay, I am Samantha Miller. I am a super model and have done modelling for many prestigious brands like Victoria secret and many more. I have always been a showstopper in all of my shows and have been invited as chief guest many times in shows like this. I have been the showstopper of London fashion week last year as well. I always wear branded clothes and accessories and try to maintain a sophisticated life. I am sure I am influencing many rising

Samantha is a beautiful 24-year-old woman, with long blonde hair that cascades down her back in loose waves. Her piercing blue eyes sparkle with mischief, reflecting the sunlight that streams through her apartment windows. She stands at 5'6', with a toned and tanned body that is the result of her love for fitness and yoga.

"Even if he is, he can't do anything about it." Morgan and Simons turn to the stairs and have their jaws drop seeing her. Samantha has her hair tied into a messy bun, wearing a body-fitting off shoulder ruby dress. As she walks down, she is like a goddess descending from the sacred stair of Heaven. She is freaking gorgeous. This is the first time Samantha ties her hair like that, and with a light touch of makeup, she looks like an exquisite doll. "Close your mouth." Samantha teases Morgan. Morgan feels embarrassed. But he didn't run off this time. He walks to her and voices out his disapproval. "You can't leave tonight."

She knew very well that he was going out and partying with his friends and entertainers. “So, who is she, who caught your eye this time, the brunet or the blond entertainer from the web department?” “Neither, It’s Miss. Samantha from Global Entertainment, if we can gain her over onto our side, it’ll boost our internet ratings. She’s rising within the video community, very popular.” “Samantha, not Samantha Kingsley?” “The the same, what do you think? Did I hit the high road or what?”

The tears kept falling but she made no effort to stop them. She embraced Axle tightly, fearing her little girl was gonna leave her side in the next minute. In her disdain voice, she uttered, “Momma is here now and she’s never leaving again” A WEEK LATER…. Davis stared at the picture on the laptop screen. SAMANTHA GEORGE. That was the name under the displayed picture. “Samantha George…..” his lip mumbled her name. There was no much detail about her for the public to see. She surface herself into the internet just last year and have made it to the top wealthiest CEO in the country and sustain that position within that short period of time.

She shook her head; Tabby was hopeless, completely and totally hopeless. “Tabby, he is my friend nothing more and I mean it! Seriously Robert is like a brother to me.” “Alright, alright I was just teasing geez, relax lady! I can’t wait to see you again. I got to go; Mark is watching some silly sports game and telling me to be quiet, talk to you later,” Tabby stated and hung up. Sam then called Robert and let him know she had agreed to go. He was almost as excited as Tabby was. “This will be good for you Samantha, you’ll see,” he told her and Sam frowned.