Actress Samantha Robertson Novels & Stories

Thomas's voice changed to a woman, and within a second I saw a woman in front of me. “Did you know who I am? Did you miss your lover? Or, are you happy that Amoux wasn't finally in my mansion?” I paused and I realized that the woman in front of me was Samantha. She looks beautiful, and I realized this is why she gets a lot of men in her hands. “Where is Alpha Brandon?” Samantha shrugged before she laughed at me. Her long attractive gown makes me distracted. “What do you think? Well, I am here to inform you that you don't need to save Alpha Brandon. I want him to become my husband, I think he's good in bed too.”

he huffed out. “Our mother would be so proud to listen to you from above, to have his son get over with marriage.” A polished feminine voice spoke out as the men turned around. “Now that’s a sight!” Marco whistled softly. Samantha Romano stepped up in a Christian Dior black asymmetrical gown with a leg slit and a generous train. She walked with natural grace and accustomed pride like there was an invisible tiara on her head. But it was her eyes, a deeper shade of cobalt than her brothers that held the glacial difference.

Samantha greeted, lifting up two of her fingers, the typical way of a sassy trendy girl. To Alex, five years was a short period of time for anyone to transform this much. Samantha was 18 years old when he last saw her. It was the day she left for England for college. Then she was thinner, a little bit shorter and absolutely chestless. But now! What's with this massive fruit she's bearing on her chest? His little Samantha had bloomed into a woman-and he wasn't ready for it.

" She asked Rob, but he shook his head like a young boy. Just then we heard another car driving on the porch. Robert was smiling mischievously. " Who is it?? " Mrs Taylor asked. " Wait for a few more minutes, Mom!" He said. His mom got up from the couch to go out. Just then, the door opened, and a tall,l, beautiful woman walked in. She must be Samantha as she resembled John and Rob. Aman bhaiya followed her in. " Sam !! Oh my god!! How are you?? How did you come? " Mrs Taylor rushed to her and embraced her tightly.

“And this is—” “You don’t need to introduce her,” Savannah interrupts. “This is Samantha Webber, aka Sam, from Ohio. Dual major in Art and Digital Media, mostly focused on painting. Second-semester sophomore at this fine institution. And before the world fell apart, she had an internship at the Met—restoration department.” She strides over and extends her hand. “Pleasure to meet such a bright young talent. I’m Savannah Carmichael.” I’m a little dazzled by how much she knows about me. I dumbly shake her hand and take the dollop of hand sanitizer she offers. “The pleasure’s all mine,” I mumble.

She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot. Samantha is a model, a Victoria secret model to be exact. She was in the Maldives for her shoot for the past two months. She has heard a lot about this handsome man standing in front of her from her cousin sister, Natasha. Whenever they used to have a phone call or video call, Natasha won't stop gushing about this handsome driver of their grandmother who apparently saved their grandmother's life. Now that she saw him, Natasha didn't do justice while praising him because he is much more than that. He was so handsome but too bad he is a DRIVER. And her standard

Ara tapped on her own phone and then handed it to Sam. “What?” Barely a whisper came out of Samantha’s mouth as her eyes saw what was on the screen. “BLACK WIDOW RETURNS!!!” The notorious and scandalous Samantha Kingsley-Cameron has struck once again. The much-anticipated return of the Black Widow was seen spinning her web mercilessly with shopping mall king, Damian McLaren.

Martha gave Ashton a sly smile. "Babe, you want to take down Roxy's Summit Media, right? Well, the woman in there is Samantha Andler, a rising star who's already an award-winning actress. She just came back after filming wrapped up for one of her projects, so I invited her over to my place tonight. "Do you know that Samantha alone brings in 30% of Summit Media's revenue? If you can poach her to Evermore Media, Summit Media would basically fall apart!"

Samantha stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips twisted into a smug smile. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low and tired. Samantha sauntered into the room, her every movement oozing confidence. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a red dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her blonde hair was styled in soft waves, and the sharp click of her heels echoed in the quiet space. “Oh, don’t mind me,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “I just came to see how Mrs. King is spending her big day. But it looks like you’re spending it alone. How...predictable.”

They didn't. Sam squealed, "Bestie, you didn't tell me he was this hot." She practically launched herself out of her chair—Ethan had to help steady her—and came striding towards us like she owned the room. She was wearing a flowery blue gown that reached her ankles. Her baby bump was so big that I thought it could pop any second from now. "Hi." She extended her hand with a grin. "My name is Samantha. I'm her best friend, and your future in-law." He shook it.