Kristie Mewis Sam Kerr Novels & Stories

Her best friend was a hopeless romantic and she just gets it by with her fascination with a coincidence meeting that would eventually lead to marriage. “Just so you know, I am not thinking to find ‘the one’ here. I have too much on my plate already,” Sam retorted before she was thinking about her reclusive brother, Sebastian, who was a doctor, an officiator, and an Ultima to consider IF she did find her mate. Sam sighed before Karisa was shaking her head at her. “Come now, this is supposed to be fun even without the prospect of meeting ‘the one’, like you suggested. But nonetheless, we got to spend some time together. That’s the main thing,” Karisa said before Sam smiled and moved forward to

Sam frowns, but just momentarily. "What did he tell you when he invited you here?" I ask, and Sam blanches. What's wrong with her? I squint my eyes at her quivering lips. "Kira, I have something to confess," Sam mutters, and I look up at her. She's slightly fidgeting. "The truth is, between Liam and I, nothing extraordinary happened," she says, and I shoot a quizzical eyebrow. "We didn't even kiss like I told you before. We had nothing intimate."

Samara arrived early in the classroom, but Cristine seemed to arrive earlier when she caught her resting her head on the desk of her chair. "Good morning," she greeted as she went to her seat behind her and sat down. Cristine raised her head and tilted her seat to look back at her. "What's up?" she greeted back. "I am fine." "Hmm." Cristine pulled off her hair, which blocked her face. "Is Kurt still messing with you?" Samara shook her head. "Thankfully, not anymore," she exhaled a sigh of relief.

Sam grumbled. “Don’t start,” Amber said. “I heard the food here is amazing, where do we get some?” Amber smiled at Emily. She turned her head when two people came walking toward them quickly. Sam stepped in front of her, and she rolled her eyes as Mya stepped in front of Sam. “Would you two please, relax?” She complained and stepped out from behind them. “Kris, how are you?” “Amber?” Kris ducked her head and held out her hand. “What brings you all this way?”

************ Sam's Meeting At The Law Office Wednesday May 21, 2008 Samantha Zeek, who also went by Sam or Sam K, was 30 when she walked into the office building for the most important day of her life. She arrived early in the morning, she needed preparation for her mind and appearance from the professional staff the firm employed, and some witness preparation from Joe Pope.

I instructed. “Okay, sir,” she replied. “If there’s anything else pending, bring it along,” I added. “Alright, sir. I’ll be on my way now,” she said before walking out. Moments later, my door burst open. “That’s all. I need to concentrate,” I said without looking up. “You must listen to us now,” an unfamiliar voice demanded. “You can’t be in here, ladies. Leave immediately,” Sam ordered firmly. Lifting my gaze, I saw Sam trying to usher out two women. A single glance told me who they were—Megan and Kristie.

Kimberly rushed out quickly to get the coffee. "Have a good day, Mr Damien." Steven smiled and walked out. He got to the elevator and clicked the button open. "See who we have in here." His smile became broader seeing his step sis. "Steven! Why do I feel like you're here to frustrate my life again?" Kimbeky fumed. "Slow down, honey. I didn't come here to frustrate you. As you can see I'm here for business with that pompous boss of yours. Damn! He's demanding too much."

"By the way, may we excuse ourselves now, Mia? I just really came here to pick up, Samantha. You could also join us, I can drive you home if you need it. My car is outside-" "How sweet of you, Kristoffer! But I'll let you and Samantha get some alone time. Who knows... you'll have something special to do." Mia winked at him then turned around, giving Samantha a little kiss on her cheek before finally saying goodbye. "Ahm... Kristoffer—" Samantha tried to find an explanation, but then her chest seems to tighten. She doesn't want Kristoffer to know the truth, that she's present during Tristan and Viviana's wedding. But before she could finally speak, Kristoffer smiled at her.

I say as I mark my territory. “I can call it a truce for now, but the minute Robbie walks into my door, I can make no promises. So let’s get back out there and enjoy the rest of our meal,” Sam says, holding the door and tapping her foot against the linoleum floor. I follow behind. Sam has just declared war, and if she doesn’t watch her back, Mark Lewis might learn the truth about Robbie and Sam. Because no one double-crosses Missy Guidi, not even a bride-to-be.

"The look of someone who’s not supposed to be here." Still attempting to comprehend his presence, I blinked. "And you are?" "Yemi Kings." He reached out to me with a firm yet unforgiving hand. "CEO of Kings Industries." I recognized the name, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The way he gazed at me as if he were studying me and looking for something hidden beneath the surface, diverted my attention too much. I unwillingly accepted his hand, and I felt a weird chill when he touched me. "Lola Taylor."