Novel & Cerita La Mujer Samaritana

The nurse stood aside and could not help but frown when she saw Samantha's tearful face. Unexpectedly, Samantha was still such a filial person who was kind to her grandmother. "Okay, okay don't cry. I will ask Brother Santos to send your mother to the hospital now. Come back quickly or else it would be too late to see her" Since Samantha didn't care about the money and was willing to pay the old woman the money for the rescue, Ms Melissa would naturally be a good person so she immediately promised to let her son send the old lady to the hospital.

But amid the fear and confusion, Samantha’s behavior stood out like a ray of light. She was always there. Day and night, she sat by Rina’s bedside—feeding her, bathing her, and whispering gentle words that soothed her pain. Her tireless care earned her praise from everyone in the pack. “Samantha has truly changed,” they said. “Maybe she’s found repentance after all.” Even Theo began to believe it. Watching Samantha’s quiet devotion softened something inside him. Perhaps she had learned from her mistakes. Perhaps she wasn’t the same girl anymore.

They stood and said softly, “Luna.” She smiled and one woman, her hair streaked with gray at the temples, closed the space between them and fell on her knees. “Luna, you gave me back my son. He hadn't walked for months…and now he runs.” she said with a shaky voice, tears rolling down her face. “How do we ever repay this?” Samantha felt her breath caught in her throat as she glanced at the woman. She dropped to her knees too, holding the woman’s hands tightly. “Please… don't kneel to me. I only did what any mother would hope another might do for her child.”

Damien said in my ear. A bright light suddenly blinded us all. Holding my hands up I could see Samantha lifting from the rock, her whole body aglow. Her body moved so that it was standing upright and it was then that we all fell to our knees. A woman appeared out of thin air dressed in all white. Her long black hair flowing in a breeze that only she could feel.

Her eyes have filled with tears, her lips are trembling, and she’s staring at me as if she’s seen a ghost. “This is why I wanted you to come home,” Roman says behind me. “Mother, father. I finally found her and she’s my mate. This is Samara, Samara Brenner.” “Little Samara,” Luna Devi says, pulling me into a hug and losing the battle of her tears. I feel another set of strong arms wrap about us and feel Alpha Sterling also crying silent tears.

Chapter 11- The Good Samaritan AURELIA POV Ysara; because I had finally gathered enough courage to ask for her name, was a literal sweetheart. I didn’t understand how someone who looked both ethereal and intimidating at first glance could be so warm. She bathed my wounds and dressed them with the gentleness of a new mother handling her newborn pup. Always careful and patient, never complaining even when I accidentally hissed or flinched from the pain. And good Godddess, the woman could talk! Somehow she always rambled half the time and still made it entertaining.

he cuddled her as his wife kissed Samantha's cheek. "Samantha, the day we found you was one of the best days of our lives." Luna Sara began. "I know that you think that we saved you but in reality, you saved us. All of us. You bring so much love and light to our lives. We would be lost without you. We understand why you did what you did. You did it to protect us, just like most things you do. You are the most selfless, kindest, most loving soul I've ever known." She continued.

He was about to walk away when he took a glance at the woman. “Excuse me, wait a minute,” Sammy said. The lady paused, and she didn't turn to look at them. So Sammy walked to her as Ivana waited, “You look familiar… I think I had seen you somewhere,” Sammy said as he tried to remember where he had seen her. The woman's hands started to shake, so she clasped them together. “Mm,” Sammy nodded. “You are the lady who brought soup to the hospital.” Ivana heard the word soup and moved closer to them, she stood beside him facing the lady whose head was all bowed.

“Even in sickness. Even when she could barely stand. Yes, she was young. Too young to carry what she carried. And what seemed to sustained her was her power. When she found out what she was, it was because of her mother. One night, her mother was sick, coughing so badly it sounded like something inside her was tearing itself apart. Samantha couldn’t sleep so she crept out of her bed and went into her mother’s room. She sat beside her. Brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. And something answered her. Golden light poured into her mother’s body like breath. Samantha ran from fear. She thought she’d done something wrong. Something monstrous. "But her mother woke the next morning stronge

Her face immediately turned to a frown when she saw Samara, “Oh! It's you, Miss Samara— Then she looked at us, then signed as she cleaned her hand with another towel placed on the table. “Why are you here, Miss Samara? Do you need bread? And you seem angry, is our service bad? Then I apologize. I will serve you myself.” She said with a smile on her face as she walked closer to us after cleaning her hands.