La Mujer Samaritana Novels & Stories

The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me. The video was recorded in a familiar setting—the clinic, during one of Rodrick's treatments for my illness. A woman's moan came from the video. I looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you want to do?" Colby took a step forward. "You've got to help us out, Brianna. You're a huge hit on foreign internet sites now, and men are crazy about you." He held up his hand and named a figure. "We'll give you this much for one night."

Kim says "Austin is not a psycho and I am not married to him." I walk deeper into the room to see the different kinds of paintings. These aren’t as weird as the first ones I saw. The ones are just paintings of books, clothes, shoes, and food; just normal regular stuffs. The painting looks great but what caught my attention the most is the painting of a lady. It looks very beautiful, though her face is covered with a veil. It’s so creative. I take a closer look at the painting, there is something written on it and it says ‘Samaria’ "What is Samaria?" Kim ask me

I threatened and immediately she paused and stood still. “How do I know you’re not a bad person?” I asked trying to examine her clearly with the little flash of light that was shining on her face from the street light. “Why don’t you let me take a closer look at you? You don’t look okay to me” she said stretching her hand to hold my shoulder but I refused. “Who are you?” I asked her, this time at the point of giving in. “I’m Samantha, I used to be a nurse and I know when a woman is in pain, let me take a closer look” she said and reached for my shoulders, helping me to sit on the ground because I was already groaning in pain.

Samanta scrutinized this person expecting her. She was a beautiful woman. In her forties, light brown skin, black hair, think, dark but subtly defined eyebrows, a fine face, with very obvious asian features. She was about 5'9", thin. She could notice some expression lines across her forehead from the big smile she was holding as she approached her. The woman was also wearing that veil on her head, but unlike what she had seen so far, it wasn't covering her whole face, just her hair. A pair of green eyes studied her when she was close enough. “Samanta Andrade?” The woman asked. Samanta nodded, showing a shy smile. “My name is Tahirah Halabee” the woman bowed her head.

Naomi sat down, and Samah took his seat across from her, his smile tinged with nervousness and hesitation. Naomi: "So, what’s this story you wanted to tell me, Dad?" Samah: "Drink the tea first…" Naomi took a sip of the warm tea, which eased her nerves slightly. Then Samah began cautiously: Samah: "Honestly… there’s a very respectable woman, very beautiful… just like Rania, may she rest in peace. Same words, same manner, even the same laugh. The moment I saw her, I liked her a lot. I prayed she wasn’t married… I went to her and said, 'I want to marry you.' Thank God, she wasn’t married. So… what do you think about that?"

he smiled reassuringly. "I don't believe you," Sam continued. "why do you want to help me?" "it's a story for another time. By the way, I'm Samar, you?" he extended his hand for a handshake. The stranger finally revealed his identity. Unknown to Sam, the person right in front of her was one of the kidnappers of her sister in law, Roshni. Yes, it was Samar. The very one Roshni used to call Mr. Unknown. Just as Sam was about to extend her hand for a shake also, she suddenly felt dizzy and before she could comprehend what was happening, she passed out. Luckily for her, Samar was able to catch her before she could fall on the ground.

She had never thought that Samuel would speak so directly, but she also understood what Samuel said. Watching Samuel getting farther and farther away, the beautiful woman didn't care too much and hurriedly chased after him. However, perhaps because of the atmosphere just now, the beauty did not know how to speak. After several minutes, the beauty finally couldn't help saying, "Hey, don't you plan to keep doing this?" Samuel did not even turn around and replied, "I've heard that if someone saved a woman, of course the woman would marry the savior. But I've never heard that the person who saved someone should marry the woman he had saved."

The woman asked. "I'm Samantha." "And your husband?" She asked. "Elias." Samantha replied. She couldn't possibly call him Alexander now can she? "I'm Amelia and this is my husband Humberto." Amelia introduced. "It's nice to meet you two." Samantha smiled. "Come upstairs and get some rest." Amelia said. "No, I'd like to stay down here with him if you don't mind." Samantha said. "He got shot trying to protect me. That's why I can't leave him alone." Samantha said wiping the tears from her eyes.

I turn my head, as well as Blaze. "Ah ... Samantha." Said Blaze with a Ery smile. Maybe this is what Blaze said last night, I have to prepare my self, if he suddenly gets surrounded by women, he's an idol here… hha..even on campus. Then what should I do? On campus, when I faced ordinary humans, I lost badly! How do I have to endure with thousands of werewolf women at the same time. The woman named Samantha is a figure who resembled a Greek goddess who was very beautiful and full. She is tall and well-proportioned, with long, light brown hair. Her face looks cute and sexy at the same time.

It’s one of the women who had been fighting alongside me. She is pretty in a tired way, her gaze hardened and yet holding sympathy. “You saved us,” I say, flatly. She’s human. The woman gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “You’re not the first pack we’ve saved. I wish we had arrived sooner.” I study her, the echoes of the screams of my pack mates still ringing in my ears. They almost deafen me. When I just stare at her, she holds out her hand, sharp loo in her eyes, “My name is Samantha.”