Every Little Thing Samantha Young Novels & Stories

The PA replied. **************************** Knock! knock!! "Who is there?" Alfred opened the door after asking "Hmmmmm Mary come and see who is here!" Mary comes and sees Samantha she was well dressed, putting on a yellow armless short gown, holding a purse, and also wear white heels. She smells nice, Mary asked what she is doing here? Samantha said she only came here to give Mary and Alfred a sound warning to stay away from Ella's case and they shouldn't dare to go against David or else!

And as Samantha walked through the corridors, head held high, confidence radiating from every step, she looked every bit like the powerful woman she claimed to be as though she truly owned it all. But beneath that perfect image… Everything was beginning to crack, all because of one person ‘Casey’

I just leaned my head against my knees, let the tears roll down my face, and waited for the night to end. [ DAVID'S POV ] The ice-cold water from the morning shower did absolutely nothing to wash away the burning anger in my chest. Every single time I closed my eyes, that phone call from Linda and her mother played over and over in my head like a bad dream. Samantha drugged my water... she locked me in the dark... She stole my wedding dress. Hmmm. The nerves of that girl. To think she could pull off a whole wedding switch just to get into my bed, my house, and my bank account. She thought she was smart. She thought because the marriage papers were signed, she had officially won the lottery.

"That was my first time reading a book filled with that intense smut. He didn't censor anything. Speaking of, how old is that dude? He looks too young to be writing stuff like that." "You look too young to be reading stuff like that, baby," I smirked when Jackson gasped. "I'm one year away from thirty. How is that young?" He raised a brow at her, raising his head from her shoulder. "I'll let that slide. Only because you said I look young," he added with a sweet smile. Samantha stole a kiss. "I didn't brush my teeth," he murmured. "And I'm Beyoncé," Samantha said with a shrug.

“Tell me about it. Samantha is always moody—craving weird food, crying one second and smiling the next. She's insatiable, too.” “No… It's not that. Alexandra acts like she’s hungry to live. She’s painting all night when inspiration hits, trying new classes, and picking up strange hobbies. One day she wants to skydive, the next she wants to go stargazing in the middle of the desert. And insatiable? Yes, absolutely. She’s more clingy, constantly searching for new thrills, even in the bedroom. My shy little kitten is draining me with her fantasies,” I mumbled. “She acts like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Oh, we don’t know who yet, but it’s definitely going to be a rich man’s daughter, right Bettie?” “Of course. That’s what always happens in the end. The rich marry the rich, and they get richer.” “I… I need to go.” “Already? I thought you might want to chill with us for a while,” Leah said, her tone disappointed. “Sorry, I have work to do.” Samantha forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and exited the kitchen, forgetting the tea she came for. Back in her office, Samantha searched her handbag for her phone. Seeing no calls or message notifications, she let out a sigh of relief. She tossed her phone aside, opened her MacBook, and saw the trending topic on her browser.

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.

she whispered as she tries to restrain herself from crying. SAMANTHA can’t help herself not to dive into her thoughts and compare things. When her father—who’s a famous producer, introduced her to the crowd, no one dared to humiliate her or judge her because of her recent job. She knew that when a person got curious about anything, he or she will conduct research—and no one dared to publish or any terms of shaming others when she was known as Samantha Johansson by many.

“ Sure “ she says as she looks down . I can hear her heart start to race and as I look from the baby to her I see a single tear roll down her face , that's all it takes to break me . I look at Lil as I kneel in front of her , Lil stands and smiles at her while she takes Jess . I take both Samantha’s hands in mine . “ Samantha look at me “ she takes in a shuddering breath and wipes her tears with the back of her hand . At this moment I can see the fifteen year old she is . This poor girl is so broken. She is so thin and dirty . I hate myself for what I am going to ask as I know making her live through it again will hurt her .

However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late. Therefore, Samantha, or Sammy, as her friends and parents called her, hurried with all her might, not wanting to let her friend down. Leah really wanted to be a doctor, so a Biology grade was extremely important to her. Sammy felt guilty - she was late because she was on the phone with Jasper ... When a couple of meters remained before the open door, the girls slowed down - a male voice was heard from the class. - Crap! Leah moaned. “He’s already there… Samantha Wylie, I’ll strangle you!”