Sam Holland Novels & Stories

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I asked. "Well, I mean, I got quite the view on this side of town. For instance," the phone beeped. I picked it up, looking at the incoming text, my heart racing. I ignored the rushing footsteps behind me before Skyren stopped right next to me. I clicked on the link, and it showed a video of Samantha walking about the brightly lit house in a big black t-shirt and a bonnet. "She's quite the view, isn't she? Although, I have to admit she's a nuisance. Oh, here's another one." My heart had a better chance of collapsing this instance as a new link appeared. "My favourite so far," Sandy said, laughing.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Lost In a Pond Samantha poured cereal into a bowl while engrossed in her phone. The heaviness she felt in her chest lay dormant still, spreading its fangs like wide fire. The answers she was given wasn’t enough; she wanted more. She grabbed a bottle of milk and held it over the bowl. “Hey.” “Shit!” Samantha jumped, both her phone and the milk falling from her hands to the ground. “Shit, you scared me.” Hayden stood by the kitchen entrance, bare-back. “Did I? That milk costs twenty six dollars. Twenty six, Samantha. It’s almond.”

Samantha kept observing her speechless friend she was overly quiet so she snapped her fingers in front of her. "Hello? Back to earth." "You mean you're living with Alexander McCallion right now?" Penelope asked still in shock. "Yes." Samantha answered. "God that's weird." Penelope said. "I know." "I mean who knew he had that side." Penelope uttered. "What side?" Samantha asked. "I mean he is a philanderer." Penelope said and Samantha chuckled.

Alpha. "This is true. We were hoping you could share some information with us." Hollis made a sound that was a cross between a grunt and a sigh, which Clive seemed to take for agreement. “First, I have to ask. Do you know Sam?" Hollis's gaze flickered slowly over me before returning to Clive. He shook his head quickly. "I thought so. Sam is our lone wolf in San Francisco.” Judging by the look on Hollis' face, he didn't care. “She's Michael's daughter, Marcus's niece, Alexander's granddaughter."

- The hostess announced. Majority lingered, but i slipped out, hoping to have a breathe of fresh air. I sat on a wooden bench, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The breeze carried a faint scent of lavender, while i stared at the scenic, bright skies. My phone trilled, the familiar ringtone catching my attention. "Hello....?" - I picked, sparing no time to glance at the caller id. "Selene, my hunch was right!!." - Rachel spoke, her voice filled with excitement and disdain. "That Shawn guy is a shady piece of work, right now... I've got a whole load of crap on him ."

That is not even a home it's a house where so many humans live under a single roof. In that house there is Mr. Danielle Anderson and his wife Mrs. Julia Anderson and me a mistake, their so called daughter who is a burden on them and good for nothing. I'm nothing to them and they are nothing to me. But infront of media they show how much they love me. And in reality, they didn't even know in which school I study what I like and dislike.

I continue with my eating, making sure I don’t waste the delicious food. “If I may ask, what’s that stone for anyway? It has to be so important that you have to kidnap me and hold me ransom.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin as I set the rest of the wasting utensils away. Santino stares at his brother, and Maximo nods his head. “We are not from here, Samantha.” “Duh…” “No, you don’t get it,” Maximo cuts me off. “We are not from here, meaning earth.”

Samantha was panic-stricken and hastily stepped forward to explain, “Hello, Mr. Samuel. I have an appointment with Ms. Mandy.” Samuel looked at Samantha and said, “Ms. Mandy?” Then, he sniggered. “What nonsense are you talking about? There’s only one Ms. Mandy in Swallowston Bank and she’s the president. She’s one of the top twenty richest people in Swallowston. Why would the president have an appointment with you?” Samuel stared at Samantha with a malicious expression. “You don’t even know how to boast. Who do you think you are to get an appointment with the president?”