Sam Marie Novels & Stories

she says and I close my mouth, but my shock doesn't disappear. "Mariah. Don't freak her out. She didn't have much of a choice and that is in the past. She isn't a dangerous person," Sam says after giving the slender female a hard glare. I nod, but I disagree with Samantha's statement. Mariah clearly has a dangerous edge to her. "I trust you guys to keep us human girls safe. I know Fin won't let anything happen to me," I say confidently to move past the topic of Mariah's past.

It surprised me when Jeremy mentioned he was a werewolf, but it didn’t surprise me at all with Samantha. I felt a strange connection to her, and although I couldn’t feel my wolf Asta right now, I could sense that Samantha would be a strong werewolf when she received her wolf. That also worried me, because what if Samantha noticed I was like her, but didn’t have a wolf? Suddenly nervous, I made my way toward the back of the room to sit at the desk beside Samantha. “Hi! As you know, my name is Samantha Mora, but my friends and family call me Sammy. I am seventeen, and I heard all about you! I already knew we would become friends!” Sammy’s enthusiasm startled me, and I nearly missed the chair w

They say in unison. “This other woman is Samatha. She is an uncle’s Theos mate. You treat her with the same respect as your mother. You keep a close eye on Samatha. She seems to have a lot of wolves that want to kidnap her. She doesn’t go missing on our watch. Do you understand?” “Yes, Toni.” They say in unison again. “Good, now let’s eat.”

“The one who just stared into these woods like she could see me. Who. Is. She.” Realization dawned in her eyes. “Oh,” she breathed. “That’s… Alaria. She is staying with us for now.” I repeated the name quietly, savoring it on my tongue. “Alaria,” I murmured. “She’s… Alpha Liam’s ex-wife,” Amelia went on quickly. “Mother of his… child. The one Claire hates. He saved her life from the rogues and then found out about the child and once he found out and confirmed that the baby was his… he refused to let her go.”

I have never heard of a wolf that could speak and wasn’t a werewolf. “Samantha… My name is Samantha.” I briefed her. She shook her head as she stared at me. No compliment, no growl, no postural moves, just stares that penetrated my skin and made me feel uncomfortable. “Samantha, daughter of Marianna and Harry of the Moon hound pack. Tons of royal blood churning in those capillaries, no sign of a wolf, weaker than an Omega but with the strength of a Beta. You almost had me tripping there, brave warrior.”

At his side was Aria, quiet strength in her posture, eyes sharp with understanding the moment they landed on Lia. Lia stiffened. “You invited… guests?” “I invited perspective,” I said. Dominic’s gaze flicked between us, then he smirked. “You look exactly like I expected. And you, Marcel are wrong about my wife not being feral. She just hides it well in front of guests.” Aria glared at Dominic who smirked as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Lia blinked. “Excuse me? What the hell is going on here?”

There's no way this is true. Absolutely no way. Samien was mine. Mine alone.

“Please don’t cry Mar. You know I could never stand it.” I look up at my sister helplessly. After a few moments I was able to calm down enough to whisper, “You’re dead, aren’t you?” Samara smiles at me sadly. “I tried my best to make it for your Mar. But that damn Demon King!” She growls, her eyes flashing a brilliant blue.

smiling at me. "Anastasia hello" he greeted. "Baby you forget me so easily you said that you only love me" I replied in a teasing tone, while faking my tears. "Ohh Martha, shaira Maria whatever your name is go towards your table" he shouted.. " Mr. My name is not Martha, it's Samantha...SAMANTHA " she said in an angry tone while smashing her purse on his head. I gave her a sympathetic look and she left the place.

Dominic replied shrugging. Brian turned his phone around and showed the picture on the screen. “So this shot of her at the Roller Derby...?” He winced. The action shot explained a few of the bruises he had found on Samaire. “That’s not edited,” he explained. “She’s actually doing that. Her Roller Derby name is ‘Samie Steamroller’.” Connolly squinted at the small screen as if it would reveal Samaire’s trickery. “How do you know all this?”