Sam Holland Novels & Stories

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?”

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

River said while preparing their bed then put on a blanket first to Spawn. "Yes mommy!" Spawn answered immediately. River kissed Spawn on his mound and laid him down then slept with him. —- "Where is Aliyah now?" Spencer asked Troy while facing his glass wall. "She's in a five star hotel boss," Troy replied. "Where's River's father?" His next question. "Mr. Han is holding him now boss, I think Mr. Han and him had an agreement so he held him." Troy answered. "F'ck! What nasty wind could have brought Aliyah back here again?" He smiled sarcastically.

But when one wolf at the far end of the room whispered too loudly and the table chuckled under their breath, he set his fork down with a sharp clink. The sound cut through the room like glass breaking. Every head turned. His voice was calm. Cold. “Is there something you’d like to share?” The wolf froze. The color drained from his face. “No, Alpha,” he said quickly, eyes dropping to the table. “Good,” Nolan said. “Because if anyone here thinks my wife is a subject for gossip, they’re free to take it up with me directly. As I doubt that any alpha would allow limits to be crossed when it comes to his Luna. And I think that you know what it is to cross a limit when it is me.”

"All the times Mr Reynolds visited Cock and Bulls. It wasn't just for business or pleasure. He was there keeping an eye out for the bad guys." "Yep." "I swear to God. If you say yep one more time, i'm going to stuff that pizza in your mouth till you choke on that word yep." "Sorry." Melinda almost snorted. As serious as the situation was, the alarmed look on Sam's face was funny. Sam couldn't be passed for an emotionally wrecked or frightened girl. Infact, that was the opposite of what Samantha James was to the outside world. Sam was a bold and brazen strikingly beautiful black American lady. Her bright mind was sometimes too old for her twenty four years old body. Seeing this new side to he

I asked the attractive guy, but he paid no attention, focused on his phone. Pursing my lips when he didn't respond, I went back to gazing up at the stars. "Slim," he replied flatly, placing his phone on a nearby table. "What's your real name?" I inquired, and he glanced over at me with his cold eyes. "Hayden," he responded, taking a sip from his bottle before placing it back down. "I'm Chloe, but my friends call me C," I started, but my intoxicated mind suddenly had a realization. "I guess nobody is going to call me C now." I laughed, too drunk to comprehend the words coming out of my mouth.

Olly said, totally ignoring Elijah. "Like Susie Hale?" Hade said. Olly's face brightened up like he just had a realization. "Exactly like Susie Hale." The two laughed while Elijah scoffed. "It's not her, you dumbfucks." "Aw come on little bro, no need to be shy," Olly taunted even more. "Oh shut it. She's not even in the Harvest yet," Elijah said to him. "Precisely. You, little brother, have the Vandenberg blood flowing in you," Olly teased and laughed harder. Hade buried his face on the bed to suppress the sound of so much laughter coming from him.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

God I feel stupid, why did I think that she'd actually call me, that was idioti- my phone vibrated again, another unknown number. "You have the wrong number." I said as soon as I picked it up. "Oh I'm sorry," a female voice sounded, but it wasn't hers, "I saw this number listed as her emergency contact," I sighed, of course Jonathan would do that, "she's drunk and sleeping on the couch and I called the other number, but-" I stood up and walked to the door, grabbing my car keys on the way, "What's the address?" I asked. "107 beach drive." she replied and hung up.

I walked over to my phone, dialed Ethan, and turned away from her as it rang. “Alpha,” he answered on the first ring. “I need you to arrange something,” I said. “You’re hiring someone for my company. Her name’s Sienna De Luca.” There was a pause on the other end. “Understood. What position?” “Something flexible. Remote if necessary. High-paying. You know the drill.” Ethan chuckled. “You’re giving her what she wants without letting her know it’s coming from you.” “Exactly.” “Does she know?” “No,” I said, turning to glance at her. She was watching me curiously, her brows furrowed.