Samantha Downing Books Novels & Stories

But since she’s my maid, she has no choice but to speak to me from time to time. “Hey,” I try to greet with a smile as she approaches my side with a tray in her hand. I close the cover of the book I was reading before she walked in. That’s all I do now — read. Carl ensured my table’s filled with all kinds of books, novels, magazines, and journals since I have nothing else to do with my time. Well, at least they keep me company and help me momentarily escape my doomsday reality. “I’m here to remove the bandage, ma’am,” Samantha says politely, but I still sense the chill in her tone.

an answer, then she ring it again. "Yes who is it and what do you want, Bianca asked ,opening the door for her. "Good evening ma'am, Samantha greeted. "Who are you ? Bianca asked. "I'm Samantha , Madam Agatha's daughter. " You are the maid, Harry spoke off",Bianca said. "Excuse me ma, Samantha said and walked into the kitchen. Bianca turned to watch her leave and gave herself a wicked smile. Samantha takes a glass of water from the kitchen and takes her bag to the guest room where she goes to change her clothing. She wonders why Bianca had spoke to her in such a manner. they had never met before ,so why would she refer to her as a maid. But she decided to wave away what Bianca had referred

“You know I will not! I’ve no wish to have a male sweating upon me. Trying to get me with pup and then biting into me to show I’ve become his property…And that’s if I survive it. Which we both know…I’m small…” She held her nightdress out as if to emphasize her tiny frame and miniscule height. She was back before that fire again. “Damn you, Samantha!” He charged toward her. She scampered backward to corner herself next to the mantle and wall again. Ducking behind the corner of the mantle as though putting it between them would save her from him if he truly wanted to take her there. Jaecar eyed her face. Round with large eyes and a small, pointed chin and pert upturned nose. He abruptly lunged

Mentally slapping myself to get those thoughts out of my head, I returned to the situation in front of me Does every night have fun? I smiled at them both trying to ignore the strange heartburn in my stomach. "Hi, how are you, I'm Samantha, Nick's stepsister, are you...?" She smiles back nervously. "I'm Sandra, also Nick's friend,” "That's nice, I'm going to have some tea, do you want some?" I offered trying to sound polite. I could tell Nick wasn't the least bit amused. "No, it's fine. I have to go, but thank you very much" she apologized rather sheepishly and walked quickly by my side, to leave, Nick didn't even offer to give her a ride, what a bastard.

Samantha bites her lip and clenches her fists. “Don’t make me laugh, Damian. If you think you can abandon me, then think again ‘cause I’m the one abandoning you now,” she continues, tears falling from her eyes like waterfalls. “I… I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I reply, clenching my jaw. Samantha says nothing and marches to the drawer. She takes out a piece of paper and a pen. “You don’t, really? Then what’s this for? You make me believe all those sweet promises you whispered in my ears at night… Meanwhile, you have this damn divorce paper sitting in the drawer!”

Writer's POV Samantha clutched the delicate material of her dress tightly as she made her way back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. "Damn it! She's the white wolf with the blood of a king? How could this be possible?" Samantha seethed with rage as she circled her room. Samantha walked back and forth in her room. "If she's the one, then it's only a matter of time before she takes Rufus from me." This thought alone made Samantha burst into a fit of anger.

Samantha wanted to remain oblivious to the situation downstairs. She went into her room to pack her belongings. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door being forcefully pushed open. "Kendrick, what are you doing?" Samantha screamed, but Kendrick pounced on her. "Where have you been this afternoon?" Kendrick glared at her, breathing heavily. Samantha was being pinned down by his body. She couldn't withstand his weight. Struggling in vain, she lost her temper. She gritted her teeth and said, "Where I go is none of your business. Who are you to ask?"

Samantha’s smile turned almost gentle — the kind that came before disaster. “I’ll expose this to the board,” she said. “Damian’s father will find out. Celine will ruin your reputation. And Darius?” She raised a brow. “He’ll watch everything burn. And he won’t be able to stop it.” Hearing Darius’s name felt like a slap. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered. Samantha shrugged. “Because you don’t belong here. Because you’re weak. Because Damian deserves someone powerful. And because…” she leaned in, voice dropping to a predator’s whisper, “…I never lose.”

Samantha also ate a little from his breakfast because she wasn't planning on going downstairs again. Once she'd finished feeding him, Damian tried to take a sip of his black coffee but Samantha took it away and replaced it with a glass of water.. “ There's absolutely no way I'm letting you in on some coffee…Why are you overworking yourself? “ Samantha frowned as she spoke but he simply smiled without saying a word and took the glass of water without hesitation. “ I'm sorry I still have a lot of unfinished business.” Damian calmly said but Samantha wasn't planning on listening to him as she stood up and dragged him along..

“Bianca, or rather Samantha … I must start to think of her as Samantha now … is a very good liar. Samantha is a very good liar.” I keep saying this over and over again to myself as we stare at each other, she in malicious glee, and I in denial.