Samantha Downing Books Novels & Stories

Samantha came five minutes after Sin left, since she booked a room at the same hotel as Sin and I. She was dressed in a red and ruby gown and some killer heels. "I was planning on doing some shopping today. I would feel bad if I left you here alone, so why don't we go together?" Samantha suggested. It was not a bad idea, and it would stink if I was the only one here with no company, but I didn't have enough money with me, so I turned her down.

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 ! **

“Yeah. I’m just tired of lying down all day. I need to get out of this room.” Samantha leaned against the smooth wall. “Well, good news. The doctor said you need a change of scenery.” She jerked her chin toward the hallway. “Let’s go downstairs. I’m making something.” Mia pushed to her feet, balancing herself as her body adjusted. “That sounds suspiciously like a concoction.” “Wow. The disrespect,” Samantha scoffed, “I happen to be an excellent cook and you know it.” Mia smirked. “If you say so.”

Milly prayed with her eyes closed. *Samantha's Chamber* Samantha returned to her room and opened her wardrobe, she started bringing out all of her clothes searching for a once that can capture Stormie's attention, right now she doesn't care if he will spend a day fucking her, she wouldn't mind, that's what she wanted anyways. She checked till she came across a plain red straight gown, she smiled staring at his it fitted her and expose her shapes, curves and breast. "I can't wait for tomorrow, it gonna be a lot of screaming and moaning, I will make sure to give it to Stormie in my best style." Samantha said.

“Oh, look who's here…” her former stepmother clucked her tongue, with a venomous smile, “If it isn't little Mrs. Sullivan... Did you come here to ask your husband to buy you a new crib...? Or maybe another nasty little animal for you to play with...? “What are you doing here, Samantha? Charlie jumped to his feet immediately, feeling anger burn in his throat. “Oh, you don't know…” Samantha laughed mockingly, placing the bag she was carrying on the extremely comfortable coffee table. “I tend to visit Morgan often. We are so close...

Eventually, Damien passed out on the couch, and I retreated to my room, oddly sober despite the alcohol. The gifts from dinner were still in their bag, the drafting tools, the vintage shirt, and Sam's journal. I ran my fingers over the leather cover again, feeling the weight of possibility it represented. Sam believed I had something worth saying, worth preserving. She saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself.

“Welcome back Miss Samantha…” The maid greeted as Samantha entered her Villa. “Thank you. Where’s Axle?” She asked while removing her heels. “Sleeping ma’am “The maid responded. “She had dinner?” “Little Miss insisted on waiting for you but I made her eat a little ma’am” She said. “Alright. Thank you” Samantha muttered and headed straight to Axle room. Gina had informed her earlier that she will be going on a date. Samantha opened the door slowly to avoid making any sound. Axle was fast asleep with a book above her head. She dropped her bag beside the bed and proceeded to join Axle on the bed. Little Axle sighed as if sensing her mother’s present.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

“My name is Ethan, and this guy here is my brother, Toby. We can help you guys get checked in and find your campsite.” “Well boys, it’s very nice to meet you,” Sam smiled as she brushed her blonde hair back from her face and removed her sunglasses, “ My name is Samantha...Samantha Collins. And this here quiet one sitting next to me is Danielle Morgan.” Dani nodded at Ethan, a small smile spread across her lips.

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.