Sam Lara Croft Novels & Stories

Camila stood up and they both headed into the cave, it was dark and damp. "is this advisable?" Camila asked as they walked deeper into the cave. It became darker and darker as they went further till they could hardly see themselves. "Roman?" Camila called softly. She stretched out her hands trying to feel him in the darkness. She couldn't. Suddenly, she felt something grab her. She screamed so loud, her voice echoed in the cave. Roman burst into laughter as he pulled her close to his chest. Camila didn't find it one bit amusing. She almost burst into tears at this.

Lara's husband! "S-Seno?"

' Lara’s voice was filled with admiration, her words a silent affirmation of Samantha’s strength. Samantha sighed, her shoulders slumping with fatigue. 'I hope so.' 'I mean it.' Lara’s voice was firm, her gaze unwavering as she looked at Samantha. 'You and Princess, you’re amazing together.' 'Lest I forget, what’s Princess’s plan for this weekend?' Lara asked, changing the subject gently. 'Nothing specific.' Samantha’s voice brightened slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. 'Just her normal routine.' 'Oh, that’s good.' Lara’s voice was warm with approval. 'Can she come with me to Toronto?'

she went on and on on tips, do’s and dont’s as Tazz looked at her, super impressed. “What are you, Lara croft? or Cat woman, or some sexy samurai warrior?” he asked, “why do you carry so many weapons, do people kidnap or attack you every alternate day?” he mused, she was a total entertainment package to him right now. The car suddenly swerved to the left without warning, then jumped over a speed breaker, making Mahira jump a bit, then it turned right on a sharp twisty bend.

Her clit throbbed with insistent need, pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. Part of her brain screamed to bolt again, to turn around, scan her forged QR code again if she had to, and flee back into the night. This wasn't what she'd signed up for. She was Lara the nerd, the girl who hid behind screens and code, not... this, not someone who belonged in a place with naked, writhing strangers, but her feet wouldn't move.

Sam’s POV “I can’t believe how you two girls are talking to one another. You used to be such good friends,” Drake said, stepping forward. Lily smiled as she believed it was me who was being scolded. Zola was right. I wasn’t the Samantha everyone once knew—the kind, sweet girl who was eager to please and willing to forgive. I am Sam, an independent and headstrong survivor. I do not answer these people, nor should I be afraid of them. I embraced my inner Sasha, the smart-mouthed woman with whom I have been spending time, a woman who is not afraid to say what is on her mind. “It’s hard to be friends with someone who would literally stab you in the back to get into your mate’s pants. There is on

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

she added, smiling at her. Then suddenly, Lilac saw unrecognition in Emily’s eyes. “Oh, my apologies; I neglected to introduce myself.” She chuckled softly. “My name is Lilac, and I am Dillon’s sister,” she stated. Emily was taken aback when she learned that Dillon had a sibling. However, she was aware that their personalities were distinct. Dillon is cold and authoritative; he’s a Beta, after all, whereas Lilac is a happy-go-lucky one. “We’re so relieved that you’ve regained consciousness,” Millie said as she assisted her in sitting up. “I’ll check your vital signs, and then you can eat, all right?”

Ella said, “You aren’t just hurting yourself, Cato. You have nine younger siblings and every single one of them looks up to you. Even Lili.” Out of the ten, Lili had the most fire in her soul. Since four years old, she’d been independent and unable to stand being ordered around. She was also smart. Very smart. She knew exactly how to get her way and she never let anyone take advantage. She and Cato fought relentlessly, but although she’d never admit it, she admired Cato. The coffee sat untouched on the table as he stared at the rising steam. “Also yes, Marco noticed his missing joint,” I said, “Did you think that wouldn’t trace back to you?”

She had spent five months in this house without any TV time so she guessed she deserved it anyway. She headed downstairs again and made for the living room. She put the TV on and went through the channels. "News, nah, sports, nope, Bollywood, definitely not. Ooh, Lara Croft is on." Lilian loved Lara Croft. She was almost like her role model. She was strong, sexy, and independent, not to mention, rich. As she watched with rapt attention, she didn't realize that Damian had come downstairs. The unusual noise had gotten his attention and he came down to find out what was going on. He saw Lilian sitting comfortably in the chair watching her show. He watched her for a few minutes and waited for th