Sam Sparks Ponytail Novels & Stories

"I introduce you to Samantha." I tilted my head in response and acknowledge their presence. "Welcome to our base," They replied. "I'm Cameron," The one with the burgundy hair spoke, approaching to take my hand, and shake it. "That's my partner in crime, and actual love, Sydney." Cameron pointed to the girl with raven-like colored hair. "Sometimes, she's a bit of a loose cannon." "Ciao," Sydney spoke with an extraordinarily strong Italian accent about her. "Pleasure to meet you, fortunately my fiancée is a bit correct—I tend to be the loose cannon."

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Why should a parasite like you look down on me? Holly then grabbed Samantha by the neck and pushed her toward the sink. She then pressed Samantha's head down into the sink and turned on the cold water, spraying it at her head. "Come to your senses, you trash!" Samantha struggled against her and shouted, "Let me go! Let me go!" Holly continued to press against her head and arm. She sprayed Samantha with cold water for a good ten minutes before finally letting her go. Samantha was dizzy from being sprayed. Her hair, face, and clothes were all wet, looking extremely disheveled.

The resemblance was uncanny. “Hello, Aunt Elaine,” he squeaked adorably. Despite being slightly advanced, Samson was tall — a stunning six foot five just like Max, with silky black hair that had strands of white, thanks to his age, and a muscular physique. Though older, he still had the dazzling features intact that could make any woman throw down their panties for him.

"Well, beautiful, my name is Christian Sampson and what is your name?" She giggled slightly. "My name is Samantha Lexington, but everyone calls me Sam." I love her name! "Sam." It rolls off my tongue with ease and I feel her body shiver at hearing her name come out of my mouth. My gaze quickly darts to her plump, seductive lips. My eyes darken as Deuce tries to take control, he wants to mark and mate with this goddess in front of me...right NOW so that everyone will know that she is ours!

Jason POV By the time she came down the stairs, Samantha looked like a vision. She'd gone with the powder blue dress that glimmered faintly under the light, clinging to her waist and her hips as she moved. Her hair, still damp from the quick shower, fell in dark, clean waves over her shoulders; most of the stress-grey hair was gone now. Her hands didn't itch as much as they used to for a smoke, she felt strangely calm. Happy almost, she didn't understand it.

If she became freaked out by an interracial relationship, then working for a dead person and a werewolf would be tough. "Hello," Samantha said. "It's nice to meet you." Samantha appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties. Her eyes were a clear blue-gray, and her salt and pepper hair was cut into a short style. She was very pleasant in appearance. She wore a simple black skirt, low heels. and a white blouse beneath an unbuttoned cardigan.

Drake responded sounding slightly annoyed. “Uh.. yeah, anyway.” Sampson said feeling slightly awkward, running his hands through his shaggy blond locks. “ I was going through the attic with Maddie, trying to find the old family albums and I came across this.” He said pulling a small ruby encrusted bracelet out of his pocket.

It's Samantha's first day of training as Tristan's secretary. Before going out of her room she looks at the large mirror in front of her as she fixed up the collar of her white blouse, smoothing it down until it's almost perfect before tying up her hair and pulling it back into a high ponytail. The blonde ends are neatly tucked behind her ears. "You can do it, Sam. It's one of your dream to have a brother right? You have it now, don't ruin the chance..."

Sylvia asked, finishing up her outfit and began making a ponytail, so her long hair didn’t get in the way. “No one in particular.” Trish lied as she also placed her hair into a ponytail. “Uhun, what about you, Sam? You’ve been awfully quiet about your true love in a guy.” Sylvia questioned her. “Well, my preference for men is basically the same as Trish, but with one difference,” Samantha said, lacing her shoes. “Oh? Pray, tell what is that?” Asked Sylvia. “He has to have a large dick to satisfy me,” Samantha said casually.