Sam Holland Novels & Stories

she whispered as she tries to restrain herself from crying. SAMANTHA can’t help herself not to dive into her thoughts and compare things. When her father—who’s a famous producer, introduced her to the crowd, no one dared to humiliate her or judge her because of her recent job. She knew that when a person got curious about anything, he or she will conduct research—and no one dared to publish or any terms of shaming others when she was known as Samantha Johansson by many.

As we entered we were offered champagne and chocolate. "Hi I'm Samantha McCall, I'm the owner of SM Boutique." A short dark-skinned woman greeted us. "It's so nice to be doing business with you all," she finished as she shook our hands. "It's nice to meet you too Miss McCall," I said. She had bleached blond hair that spilled down her shoulders, she looked to be in her late forties. "Samantha is fine," she smiled. "Samantha this is my fiancee, Danielle," said Jon.

“My name is Ethan, and this guy here is my brother, Toby. We can help you guys get checked in and find your campsite.” “Well boys, it’s very nice to meet you,” Sam smiled as she brushed her blonde hair back from her face and removed her sunglasses, “ My name is Samantha...Samantha Collins. And this here quiet one sitting next to me is Danielle Morgan.” Dani nodded at Ethan, a small smile spread across her lips.

Christian took a step forward but I held out my hand. He looked at me with weary eyes but I glared at him, which he reluctantly took a step back. I took a step forward with a deep smile. Without thinking, I jumped and my feet landed on the patio right next to Dave. He took a step back and dangled Sammy and Dan even closer to the edge. "Don't step forward. I'll drop these two!" Lillian let out a scream but I knew what I had to do. I charged forward and grabbed Sammy and Dan from Dave's hands. He looked startled and tried to jump from the balcony.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived. I remember when I first met him I asked him what he was. He said that was a weird way to it, but he told me that he was Samoan and they only eat taro. None of it made sense. I don’t know what taro is, but he said it’s the reason why he’s so big. I guess it wasn’t the first time people have asked him if he was a beast. As for what a Samoan is, he educated me about a small beautiful island in the Pacific Ocean, surrounded by waves and culture. I could tell by the way he talked about it that he missed it and we bonded on missing a place we couldn’t go back to. I still think somewhere far dow

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

Ughh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV

I got the feeling that something is about to happen as I loo at Mera to see her smirking cunningly as she looks at me. “Again my name is Sammuel Miguel. I am a famous pianist in England. I have a best friend who is far more amazing and talented than I. He taught me everything I know. His name is Jerwel Prime. SHE… is his cunning gold-digging wife.” He said as he points to Sammantha who froze on the stage. “Are- are you sure she is who you say she is?” a girl asks from behind him so he let my hand go to see who speaks.

"Ekron wanted to prove he's his father's son. He'll continue where Eligor left off, taking over packs one by one." "I'm contacting Levi, you tell me if you hear anything from Allison." Gene tells Samuel, who suddenly grabs his neck, screaming his mates name as his clutches at his mark. I can see the pain in his face before he stops screaming, I've felt that pain and I grab Coal's hand to remind myself that he's still here. I've got no doubt when I look at Samuel writhing and sobbing on the floor, that Allison is dead, Ekron might be alive and the war is far from over.