Novel Saman Novels & Stories

Pov Samantha ** The morning in the Brazilian pousada dawned with a soft, misty quietness, a stark contrast to the aggressive alarms and demanding deadlines that had ruled my life for months. I woke early, long before the sun had fully cleared the rainforest canopy, feeling utterly rested and profoundly content.

David dressed himself, but he really appreciated the special attention he got from his women undressing him at the end of the day before they took him to bed. "What was what like?" David asked. "The Blank and the closing with that Sam person, of course. Was there a girl as usual?" "Well, that is hard to say. For the closing... I am tired and I am going to have to process some things, it was... unexpected. Sam is... unusual. Do you realize that Sam is female? One with a very strong will. So there was nobody else, but it went... How about we talk about it tomorrow?" "Of course dear," Ann said. "I had forgotten her name was Samantha. Is she really that good?"

Everything Zach had gotten used to, it dispersed and a dreadful change came. When the lunch hour came, he decided to go alone. Slipping his hands inside his pants, he sighed, looking at the far end of the hanging bridge, and widened his eyes. Zach saw the one he’s looking for. He halted, seeing Sam flipping the pages just like a normal woman would do. She must have gotten papers to approve of, and another drama coming. Samantha Lee is a brilliant writer. And nothing could change Zach’s mind about her being a woman. Sam sensed a person standing in her way, and she froze when Zach came into view. They both stared into each other’s eyes.

“If someone like you appears right to my face.” “I’m not buying your joke or whatever you call it, I’m sorry.” Sam crossed her arms and stared at him like an experienced detective. “You’re hiding something from us, the reason why you got startled when I showed up here.” “Someone must be writing a novel here. If you’re done with your story, you should give me a copy.” Ignoring the guy’s unwavering pretense, Sam’s piercing stare is now like a blinding laser. “What actually convinced me that you’re acting suspicious is that you’ve been avoiding meeting eyes with me.”

Their faces seemed to be calm, but their eyes were burning from fury and their knuckles had turned white. They looked like they were going to kill someone. Athena was stuck in between telling them the rest of the other three accidents—no, deliberate events were even worse than sometimes. Athena wondered how many lives Samarah had. When Samarah had appeared in front of her and introduced herself as Sam, short for Sammy, she recognized her immediately even though she had changed so much from her past self. But if we're talking about the sunny Samarah that she encountered when they were elementary, she felt that the Sam and the Samarah back then weren't different.

Samantha, the finest assassin of our pack chuckled. ** Note To The Readers- You can check out Samantha’s story in “My Assassin Mate” which is a bxg (boy loves girl) novel. You can read it if you are interested to know more for curiosity sake. However, not reading it will not disturb the flow of this story. So keep reading and enjoy ! **

That night, Samantha wrote back a carefully crafted letter filled with warm lies and twisted truth: > “Dear Father, I am truly happy here. I’m surrounded by loving cousins who treat me kindly, and I’ve finally found a space where I feel free. Please don’t worry about me. I will come home when I’m ready, but for now, this is where I need to be.” She sent it the next morning through the same secret channel. It worked. Back at home, Cedric read the letter and sighed with relief—for now. --- The Burning Desire But for Samantha, the letter only lit a fire beneath her.

Eventually, Damien passed out on the couch, and I retreated to my room, oddly sober despite the alcohol. The gifts from dinner were still in their bag, the drafting tools, the vintage shirt, and Sam's journal. I ran my fingers over the leather cover again, feeling the weight of possibility it represented. Sam believed I had something worth saying, worth preserving. She saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself.

Samantha started getting money at college, which almost made her forget about me. I wasn't good at drawing, to talk of painting. I'll say, Sam's eyes have seen a lot of things a lady shouldn't. Lolz. What do you expect? She's a nudist painter, and what does a nudist painter do? They paint a picture of people naked.

Samantha’s face lit up with a sad smile on her face, “I understand how you must feel, milady. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in a rut too. But then I remember my family and I can’t help but be happy.” “Your family?” I asked, intrigued. “Tell me about them.” I could never talk about mine like that. With a smile on my face. “Oh, they are simple folk,” Samantha said, her eyes filled with love. “My parents are farmers, and I have three brothers who are always mischievous. We live in a small cottage on the outskirts of the village.” “That sounds wonderful,” I said wistfully. “I’ve always wanted to experience life in a village.”