Actress Samantha Robertson Novels & Stories

“It’s a lady. She said her name is Samantha *******

What was she doing here? "Hi, Roland Hills." she said flatly and he felt a sting. He moved closer to her. "You... You're working for Mr. Callymore?" he asked, his eyes still wide in shock. Almost immediately, Samantha walked in with a beautiful smile on her face. "No. She is working for Mrs. Callymore," Roland stared at her wide-eyed and she finished. "Me."

RAFAEL ~ Something wasn't right with Sam. Three weeks after our rain-soaked camping trip, I still couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. Little things that most people wouldn't notice, but after nearly ten years of friendship, I noticed everything about Samantha Ellis. Like how she'd cancel plans at the last minute with vague excuses about 'not feeling well' or 'family stuff' Or how she'd sometimes disappear mid-conversation to take calls in private. Or the way May watched her constantly with that worried crease between her eyebrows.

The woman drops off mid-sentence as Alexander, still crouched down, rises and turns toward the approaching voice. Samantha's voice may be as familiar to him as his own, but the site that greets him is quite new and Alexander finds himself giving Samantha a less than subtle head-to-toe once over. Because even though he's still in his signature black, Samantha is dressed in such an un-Samantha way. Her ensemble starts with sleek black dress shoes and slim fit black trousers that leave a hint of ankle which has Alexander flustered like it's 1819 and not 2019. The thin black sweater is unassuming, except it's plastered against Samantha' in a way that is anything but modest. As if all that wasn't

Tamara nodded and said, "Samantha's biological mother is Thomasina, and her biological father was Silas. He died in a car accident years ago. Samantha is the only blood relative he has left in this world." She continued, "She's already taken a DNA test with the Blade Pack, and they held an adoption banquet to welcome her back into the family. Samantha is now the heiress everyone is talking about. Didn't she tell you?" Georgia and Angela could no longer keep their composure. They believed every word Tamara said. Georgia was so angry she thought she was going to pass out. "That ungrateful little brat! I raised her all these years, and the moment she finds her rich family, she won‘’t even answe

Samantha walked beside him, and done up to the nines in her fishtail emerald green dress, long flowing hair and bold make up, she looked every bit the supermodel that she was. Trinity steeled herself against what was sure to come. "Trinity, this is my friend, Samantha. And Sam, this is Trinity," Dmitri made the introductions with a smile while Tyler stood to the side, watching with silent interest. "Nice to meet you, Trinity," Samantha smiled at her politely, holding a dainty hand out for her to shake. Trinity placed her hand in the other woman's, giving it a quick shake, "Likewise." "You're lucky that you're going to get to spend so much time with him. I'd kill to be in your place right now

she asks with her bitchy voice and pouts. Samantha clears her throat that gets Gabrielle’s attention. “Phoenix, mind introducing me to your old friend?” Sam gestures her hand to Gabrielle. Please. please. Please, just play along. “Princess, this is Gabrielle. Gabrielle, meets my girlfriend, Samantha.” Sam offers her hand, but of course, Gabrielle ignores her. Samantha has to pull her hand back. “You can’t fool me, Alex. You won’t date like her. Who’s she? Your secretary? How did you even two meet? Which clubs? Huh! I know.”

“Just came to check if our poor little birthday girl needed a tissue… or maybe a new personality.” Ryder smirked, eyes flicking from me to Sam. “Didn’t know you were into charity work, Sam.” Sam stood up slowly, facing them with fire in her eyes. “Wow. You two must really be bored, huh? Nothing better to do than pick on a girl who’s already been through enough?” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Spare me the lecture, Saint Samantha. She’s a drama queen. Look at her—always crying, always looking for pity. It’s pathetic.”

I jolted as I heard someone running inside the kitchen and I held the knife in defense, and let out a sigh of relief when I saw Samantha standing in front of me. "What happened sammy, what got you so rushed up? " I ask, and continued to make tomato puree. She huffed and took long intake of air. "She is coming" She said and I frowned. "Who is coming, Samantha? " I ask, and looked at her. "Sir Abram's grandmother. Mrs. Joan Rickard" She say and my eyes widened. I have never met Abram's grand mother. Just heard great things about her and she lives somewhere in Scotland, in their country home.

he preached to her. Taking a moment to suppress the threatening smile, Anastacia glanced at Samara, who did not hear her brother's sentiments due to engrossment in watching the wedding program. Samara, in her silky purple plunging neckline long dress, is not to be mistaken for fourteen years old. She has a good posture for her height of 5 feet 5 inches and slender frame. She also has golden-tanned skin, which ladies with pale complexions envy. “You are too overprotective, Kuya. You aren’t like that with us, are you?” a goofy smile flashed on Anastacia's lips as Jasson's forehead furrowed even more; she even caught him, avoiding her gaze.