Sam Carmichael Mamma Mia Novels & Stories

Chloe's POV Waah! This is amazing. I wonder if it exactly going to be a deal or something else. It's better not to be a trap. Why is he staring at me? I tilted my head and keep on the staring competition After staring for a good minute he spoke. "You may know who I am.", he said. "Of Course, I know. Dave Castello, the next mafia king and the current Vice President of the Castello Family's corporation. The one that White Current wants to work with."

I inherited my mothers taste in music, the good soulful stuff. I'm shaken away after Goddess knows how long by Sam {{ what's the matter Sam? }} [[ we're almost there ]] {{ already? }} [[ haha wait till I show you all the great shots I got of you sleeping plus the videos of you snoring your a** off ]] {{ I do not snore! }} [[ uh huh sure ]] I get up and stretch, gosh that feels good whoo!

A man entered with a confidence that needed no announcement. He was broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, his tailored suit unable to soften the aura of danger that clung to him. Emily recognized him at once—Antonio DeLuca. She had seen his name whispered in headlines, tied to businesses that were rumored to be more shadow than substance. He was her father’s oldest ally, and yet she had never seen him in person until now. Beside him walked someone else. A man younger, taller, but no less commanding. His black

I sprang to my feet in the most mindful and cautious way I could, daring him with my eyes still as calm and unaffected. “You bitch, you never let me fuck you or even touch you. I never got to masturbate to you because you were always so perfect and chaste and I needed a release,” he was in the middle of shouting, sounding frustrated in between growls and sighs when I hushed him by stepping close and watching as he backed two steps away, intimidated by my calm. “Carlos, there are two things you know I will never take from anyone, talkless of a man I planned on spending my life with. One,” I raised my perfectly manicured acrylic left index finger up as I took another step.

Sia introduced them and Samantha swallowed her saliva bowing her head lightly in greetings. “Good evening ma’am” Samantha muttered but Sia’s mom opened her arms wide and smiled. “Give me a hug” she muttered and Samantha walked into her arms allowing the older woman to wrap her hands around her. The next thing she heard was someone whimpering; Sia’s mom was crying. “Ma’am”

His fingers, resting on the white cloth, curled slightly. But Mia… she simply nodded. Her voice soft. “It’s fine.” He had already apologized, even though she knew he might have ulterior motive. But there's nothing he can do, that would break her. Not today. Samuel walked to the front, taking the mic confidently, champagne in hand. “My daughter looks beautiful today,” he began, eyes locking with Mia’s. “I’ve watched her grow, fall, get up, and grow again. She is strong. Maybe stronger than I ever was. And today… I know she’s found happiness.”

His breath hitched as I touched the buttons of his shirt, unfastening the first one slowly. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered. Dominic inhaled sharply. “Wow. Samantha… you’re finally becoming that bold woman I’ve wanted.” Hearing him praise my mother while touching me made something dark twist inside me. Pain. Rage. A desire to hurt her the way she had hurt me. I leaned close and brushed my lips near his ear... barely, just a ghost of a touch. “How about you call me Big Mama,” I whispered. His hand slid around my waist instantly, steady and warm.

he informed and walked away Samaira felt disheartened, she looked down in disappointment and turned to leave when she heard the door behind her to the audition room open “I’m grateful for this opportunity sir, I’ll make you proud,” Samaira’s expression darkened as she heard that voice, her nostrils flared and breathing quickened as anger washed over her, she turned around and looked at the source of the voice “All you had to do was ask and I would have given it to you,” Mita stood in shock, gaping at her as soon as she heard Samaira’s voice “What happened, you didn’t expect me here?,” Samaira cocked an eyebrow and flashed her a wide smile Mita stood frozen as she looked at Samaira, she had m

Don Russo said as he gently released her hand. “My name is Samantha.” “Just Samantha?” Don Russo asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yes.” Samantha replied as she brought her teeth to bite down on the right side of her lower lip. Don Russo leaned back as he assessed her figure and moved his eyes back to the painting. “Good job captain.” Mica’s voice rang through the earpiece. Samantha smiled but didn’t respond. “I leave totally left out here.” Brittany said as she brought her hand to her chest as if she was offended.

it was the picture of a lady dressed in black hoodie and black trouser. Thank goodness it's not Anna! But the person looks familiar, where have I seen her? "The bloody queen" Dad and Mr Richard chorused.. Oh! Now I remember... "But what could she be doing here?" Dad said. Wait! Why is his voice shaky? Is he scared? "I want to see where she entered" dad instructed the security guy.. He pressed some button in the computer..we saw the lady enter the hall and all of a sudden the computer went off. "What happened?" Dad asked..