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He was taken aback by her readiness to agree, despite the air of arrogance in her tone. Though Agatha and Samantha are identical in appearance from every angle, their voices distinguish them. Samantha's voice is deep and husky, while Agatha's is higher-pitched and sounds more approachable. "However," Samantha continued, drawing nearer to them, "if you promise me one thing, I might consider seeking answers from the familiar I know." "What do you mean by familiars?!" Agatha finally interjected. "Just how much do you truly know?!" Samantha turned to her. "Everything," she murmured. "Or at least everything contained within that book."

I just leaned my head against my knees, let the tears roll down my face, and waited for the night to end. [ DAVID'S POV ] The ice-cold water from the morning shower did absolutely nothing to wash away the burning anger in my chest. Every single time I closed my eyes, that phone call from Linda and her mother played over and over in my head like a bad dream. Samantha drugged my water... she locked me in the dark... She stole my wedding dress. Hmmm. The nerves of that girl. To think she could pull off a whole wedding switch just to get into my bed, my house, and my bank account. She thought she was smart. She thought because the marriage papers were signed, she had officially won the lottery.

Samantha, the finest assassin of our pack chuckled. ** Note To The Readers- You can check out Samantha’s story in “My Assassin Mate” which is a bxg (boy loves girl) novel. You can read it if you are interested to know more for curiosity sake. However, not reading it will not disturb the flow of this story. So keep reading and enjoy ! **

Mrs Clyde's voice was heard. “Yes, mother,” He grumbled and hung up. Stepping into his room, he found Samantha lying on the bed, reading a book. His eyes ran through her long spotless legs, up to her alluring face. She was wearing a short black two piece nighty dress which dropped a little down her thighs. Her lips, adorned with black lipstick, were curved in a malevolent smile with her eyes fixed on her book. He felt a little apprehensive at her smile and he gulped and looked away from her.

Samantha stops, turning around to face me, her eyes heavy, “Word on the street is you’re a pretty like whore that’s carrying a bastard child. The men here wouldn’t mind a taste.” “What?” I breathe, horrified at what she’s implying. She just shakes her head, “Look. I have to get my chores down before it gets dark. There’s no safety after dark.” “No, wait, just talk to me,” I follow after her. “Isn’t Livie the woman who runs the motel I’m staying at?” Samantha is walking at a brisk pace, “Yes.” “How do you know her?” “It’s none of your business,” She mutters. “Look, I got shit to get done.”

Samantha walked beside him, and done up to the nines in her fishtail emerald green dress, long flowing hair and bold make up, she looked every bit the supermodel that she was. Trinity steeled herself against what was sure to come. "Trinity, this is my friend, Samantha. And Sam, this is Trinity," Dmitri made the introductions with a smile while Tyler stood to the side, watching with silent interest. "Nice to meet you, Trinity," Samantha smiled at her politely, holding a dainty hand out for her to shake. Trinity placed her hand in the other woman's, giving it a quick shake, "Likewise." "You're lucky that you're going to get to spend so much time with him. I'd kill to be in your place right now

“Here I am—to become your well-deserved Luna of the Dam-Nighade Pack.” Her eyes glittered as the estate gates opened before her. And just like that—Samantha stepped into Theo’s world, armed not with claws or fangs… but with patience, ambition, and a darkness she wore like perfume. --- End of Epilogue Book Two: Alpha Theo: Legacy of the Banished Omega Coming soon.

Ughh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV

“Are you sure about that? It looks like you aren't young at all, no offense. Maybe, Favio was dead.” Samantha's face was full of sorrow, she avoided her eyes on me then she raised her hands which made us switch to a different place inside the mansion. I saw thousands of books on the shelf and there was an elegant chandelier hanging on the ceiling. Samantha was wearing her long gown, while she was going down. “I think that he might be dead, and maybe he didn't want to find me.” Samantha's voice was grieving, she blinked her eyes, and I saw tears forming in her eyes.

Thеn, wе wеnt dоwnѕtаіrѕ tо thе living rооm tо ѕhаrе a bоttlе оf сhаmраgnе, сhіllіng in thе ісе buсkеt. Tаkіng a sip from hеr glаѕѕ. "Adаm" I саn't bеlіеvе thаt you said that, bеwаrе thе jаbbеrwосkу. Yоu nеvеr fаіl to ѕurрrіѕе mе. Hоw could you роѕѕіblу know thаt Alice іn Wоndеrlаnd & "Thrоugh thе Lооkіng glass аrе mу fаvоrіtе bооkѕ іn thе whоlе wоrld? I аm sure I hаvе nеvеr tоld you. I dі dn't wаnt уоu tо thіnk mе ѕіllу." "Samantha, I have ѕоmеthіng tо tell you."