Sam Kiska Novels & Stories

"This leg was a bit thick." "This waist would be perfect if it were one inch slimmer." Finally, it landed on the last page, “This is still barely readable..." Drake reminded him, "Samuel, you were choosing a wife, not modeling a robot." Samuel also handed the roster to Drake, saying, "Just take it. I have face blindness, they all look the same to me." Drake held the roster and repeatedly confirmed, "So Samuel liked the last one? And Kassidy liked the rich heir?"

Emma’s pov “You said that Candance was in the city,” I said to Sam who nodded. You see, Sam is the kind of guy that knows everyone. He also knows people who knows people. Mostly it’s because he comes from a big family and also a small town. His cousins got married and extended the families. He is always talking about how he knows a dentist or has one in the family. “Yes, she is in the city and still working as a stripper,” Sam said shaking his head.

************ Sam's Meeting At The Law Office Wednesday May 21, 2008 Samantha Zeek, who also went by Sam or Sam K, was 30 when she walked into the office building for the most important day of her life. She arrived early in the morning, she needed preparation for her mind and appearance from the professional staff the firm employed, and some witness preparation from Joe Pope.

I asked him "will you keep quiet? I'm irritated as hell already don't irritate me more." He said "what happened?" I asked "It's Sakshi, she is again creating fuss that blind bitch can't she just act blind? Always questioning me like the CBI." He grunted "Samar maybe she is blind but she isn't dumb. She is with you because she thinks that you love her. Because she trusts you and believe me, my friend, that's her biggest mistake. Trusting someone with your heart is like suicide only." I told him seriously

“Debrah, I don’t even know where to start. Everything feels like it’s spiraling out of control.” Debrah’s tone immediately shifted to concern. “What happened? Is it about Frederick?” “Yeah,” Samara admitted, her voice trembling. “There’s so much going on, Debrah. I don’t even know who to trust anymore.” “Start from the beginning,” Debrah said gently. “I’m here. Just talk to me.” Samara took a deep breath and began recounting everything. She told Debrah about Frederick’s visit earlier that day, their emotional conversation, and the kiss they’d shared. She confessed how conflicted she felt about her lingering feelings for him and her current relationship with Damien.

"All I know is that she was working for MJ Billings. I told her that my sister was missing and that the last person she was meeting up with was MJ Billings." "Samantha Grayson," Sasha spoke up, clearly reading from her laptop. "She was MJ's secretary and she was involved in an identity scandal and tax evasion case a few months ago. By the looks of things..." She frowned as if she could not believe whatever she was reading. "MJ actually rescued her. It says here, MJ Billings gave a press release following the scandal in which she came to her secretary's defense. I'm assuming the reason this woman is here is because MJ refused to keep her in the company. It also says that Samantha has a histor

“Fuck! “ I cursed as I picked up all the documents I had dropped. I was in my favorite coffee shop ordering coffee before I went for a job interview. I was so clumsy I tripped and dropped everything I had been holding. Everyone looked at me as I picked up my items while I blushed in embarrassment. I hated being the center of attention and people were giving it out in plenty. “Here, let me help you, “ someone said. I looked at my good samaritan to see a good-looking man with deep blue eyes and an award-winning smile. I blushed even harder and tried not to let my hands shake. I was already sweating like I had just run the marathon. I didn’t want the stranger to think I was some kind of weirdo.

he broke into peels of laughter as she tickled him “ Aha ha ha ha, don’t, please don’t Sammy, spare me, I’m only a seven year old little kid, ha ha ha h aahahahah,” “A seven year old kid too big for his pants,” she stopped tickling him and pinched his cheeks gently “Stop doing that Sammy, I’m not a kid,” he shirked her hands away “ya right, just now someone begged to be recognised as a seven year old kid,” They bantered some more before Samaira headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal for them, then, she freshened up and left for the meeting. Standing tall at 5’10 and dressed in an elegant white flared pants with a black polka dot top and a white jacket, she looked every bit classy and styl

Sammy says as she approached my desk. I'm trying to push back the vision of bending her over my desk, rolling up that skirt and slapping that tight ass of hers. "Uh...It's fine. Samantha Gale. This is Alpha Jackson of Red Rock." I introduce her, slightly rising from my chair. Luke stands up. "Samantha." He flashes her a smile. "Please, call me Sammy." She smiles back. "Sammy....That's cute." He grins. I clear my throat. Luke looks over at me as I shoot him a look.

Jace, in return, gives him a weak thumbs up. The mock battlefield is around on the other side of the thousand-acre estate, about a fifteen-minute drive from the house. Driving down a narrow country lane, Samanath wonders what in her thirty years of life she did for karma to put her in this situation. Moni sits at ease in the passenger seat but the conversation is stilted. Attempting to keep an uncomfortable silence at bay, Samantha had asked Moni what she did for a living, leading her to explain how she works as a campaign organizer for her cousin. But the woman truly lights up as she segways into discussing her charitable causes and philanthropist endeavors. In return, Samantha talks about