Sam Holland Novels & Stories

Thomas introduces the beta and she waves shyly. “Reina” Logan says looking her over causing all the females giggle except Mila who has a disgusted expression. “Excuse my Beta manners Reina, you seem to have shocked him. His name is Logan.” Taylor says and chuckles. "Hi Logan" Reina says with a smile. She is pretty, average height, curly blonde hair and bright purple eyes, but my Riah is still the prettiest woman in this world. "Hi" Logan says with a blush.

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Feeling overwhelmed, Samantha scoffed and said to Trevor, "Grandpa Trevor, I forbid you from making her your mentee!" Trevor's smile faded from his face instantly. "What do you mean, Samantha?" Samantha furiously said, "I don't like her!" Trevor chuckled. "You don't have to like her. I can teach whoever I like." Samantha pouted. "Do you know who she is?" Trevor touched his beard and calmly said, "I know. She's Holly Sinclair, the granddaughter of Winston Sinclair. Now, she's my mentee."

Samantha screamed. "Allen! what do we do! ........."

Samantha is a lowly employee without even a title or cause for bragging. "Wait ... this must be a mistake." Sean's lecture was interrupted by Carol White, who questioned a completely absurd-sounding statement. "How is Samantha married to the Stein family? The Samantha in front of you right now is my servant; she doesn't even hail from an aristocratic family, so something must be amiss, or perhaps you have the wrong Samantha." Carol tried to explain, hoping that what she heard was not the truth. Sean grinned at Carol White's remarks and clarified that he was entirely misinformed. "You're Samantha Wallach, right? Elizabeth Wallach and Scott Dahmer's child?" Sean queried Samantha, who was stand

Sam said, wanting to leave most urgently now that she was asking for his money and marriage. Sam kissed her cheek and touched the doorknob when Darrel called out to him. ‘Sam Howard, I heard this name before. Are you the same Sam Howard, aka Sam Bekket, aka Sam Holmes, or aka Sam Elon?” Darrel asked the panicking man when he paced his hand on his shoulder. “What do you mean? Take your hand off of my husband this instant!” Samantha said, stomping her feet towards the two men.

At least, that's what she told herself, trying to subdue the excitement that had come from nowhere. Seeing her, Travis turned around. “Hi, Frog,” he said, smiling a little. - Where are you? Steve has been entertaining me with stories for fifteen minutes now, but I suspect they are running out. - This is unlikely, - his interlocutor laughed and held out his hand to Samantha: - Steve Allen. He had a pleasant low voice, and Sammy liked his look - nothing to do with Shannon's perpetual mocking mockery. "Samantha Wylie," the girl nodded and shook a firm hand. Turning to Doyle, she made a sarcastic grimace, “Sorry, Travis, I don’t have superpowers for speed running.”

Samantha is a beautiful 24-year-old woman, with long blonde hair that cascades down her back in loose waves. Her piercing blue eyes sparkle with mischief, reflecting the sunlight that streams through her apartment windows. She stands at 5'6', with a toned and tanned body that is the result of her love for fitness and yoga.

"Tabloids are alight with speculation and concern over the top couple in the world right now, the couple that we all brought you first, Mr. Caledon Brooker and Ms. Eleanor Harris. Or is it Mrs. Brooker now?" Samantha paused for effect. "Stay tuned and we'll be back in just a few minutes after the commercials to answer those questions," she said with another welcoming smile. The camera light clicked off and she knew that it was no longer on for at least a few minute break. Samantha grabbed the coffee in front of her and took a large sip. The smile still hadn't left her face, even while drinking. Part of her was picturing her old partner watching her announce all of this stuff that he thought

And I—Samantha Stone, world-class assassin, prankster extraordinaire, proud commitment-phobe—had just bonded with the most off-limits wolf on the entire continent. I was so, so royally screwed. ARGHHH.