Every Little Thing Samantha Young Novels & Stories

Samantha froze with eyes wide open, mouth closed tight, and breath held on the air. She was a medical student and graduating in three months hence she had never seen in actual what the textbook said about the so-called morning wood. "Huge!" she gasped internally eyes fixed on her Young Master's boxer briefs. Her hands were trembling behind the hem of her skirt itching to touch the tip of it. She would like to leave but she had no clue why she was rooted on her spot. When suddenly... "Enjoying the show?" A wink and a sneer were both plastered on his face. Samantha would like to disappear or to shrink if only she could. She knew d*mn well, her face was burning red including her ears and her Yo

Then I add, “Sammy followed me to keep me out of mischief. Spangles just happened because of a stupid plan I had.” “That is quite amazing,” Johno says. “Two-country girls trying to make it in the big city.” “Oh, it is just temporary.” Sammy says, “Becca here is going to take over…” I slap her gently on her arm, “Sammy, don’t bore the boys with our silly adventures.” Then Josh for the first time speaks again, “So Sammy? What is your last name, then?” “I am Samantha Ellis. Fancy, hey?” “And you, Becca?”

Boss says. ****** 1 hour ago: Daddy, you already said yes when we asked you! You even promised! You can't take back your promise!" Sammy protested. If you ask who Sammy is, she is the daughter of Jace and Jon and is 3 years old. She and Sam are twins, and their favorite uncle is none other than Alex. "When did I agree to that? I don't recall agreeing to my 3-year-old daughter wearing makeup, Sammy." Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing—was he actually in the middle of an argument with his 3-year-old daughter? What kind of sh*t was this?

Samantha sniffs and looks at Sia. "Mommy?" "Yes pumpkin?" She looks up at her little as the tub fills. "I in trouble?" "What? No of course not! Sweetheart accidents happen, even to big girls. I could never get mad at you or punish you for an accident. Okay?" Samatha only nods a little, her head hurts and she doesn't want to talk. "Ready for your bath?" Samantha reaches out to her silently, Sia takes the gesture as a yes and helps her into the bath water.

They filmed Elara rushing between jobs, her hands red and raw from washing dishes, her uniform slightly wrinkled as she took orders at the restaurant, her tired smile forced as she scanned items behind a supermarket counter. By lunchtime, Samantha was drained—but it was a good kind of exhaustion. She sat in her dressing room, sipping the tea Noella had made for her, when her phone vibrated. [Zephyr: How’s my superstar doing?] A small laugh escaped her lips. [Samantha: Tired, but surviving.] [Zephyr: You’ll do more than survive. You’ll shine.] Her heart fluttered. Before she could reply, someone knocked on her door. It was a food delivery from Zephyr, to be exact.

Nathan said, standing up. “And if that boy tries anything funny—” “Dad!” “I’m just saying. I still have my belt.” Everyone laughed, even Lillian. “Go have fun,” she said, hugging Samantha. “But remember who you are.” “I will,” Samantha promised. As she walked out the door, she felt powerful, beautiful, and ready for the night ahead. But thereafter, after Samantha stepped out of the house, her phone buzzed in her hand. It was Jake calling. She smiled instantly and picked up.

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.

Long silences. I didn’t do long walks in parks or Sunday markets. I didn’t buy flowers on a schedule or write poems in the margins of books. I yelled when I was overwhelmed. I left when I needed air. I punched lockers when I couldn’t figure out what to say. And Samantha? I know she wanted something real. Something that stayed. Something she could lean into without worrying it would break. Could I be that for her? Could I stop being a storm long enough to give her peace?

Samantha's voice is full of suspicion. From my peripheral vision, I can see her unpacking the undies and using her fingers to lift it high. "Undies?" I dare not even look up from the laptop. "Yes, ma." The lady laughs nervously. "Even I got all these too for just purchasing a blouse. Haha." She looks around. "I have to go now. Bye!" She runs out of the suite so fast you would think that our apartment is on fire! "So, I made pancakes and coffee." Sam turns to me.

The entire time, I couldn’t figure out who had just had their eighteenth birthday. I was less than thrilled to find out it was ‘sensible Samantha.’ She was a few years younger than me, but from what I remembered about her, she always had her nose in a book and was at the top of the class in most subjects. Her parents were killed a few years ago in a rogue attack, and she has lived independently since then. I don’t think I had ever spoken to her until she became Gunner’s mate. We socialized in different circles, otherwise, I would have known a lot more about her.