Samantha King Holmes Books Novels & Stories

But before he could finish, she grabbed him in a chokehold and picked him up off the ground. Before he knew what was happening, she had him in the air, carrying him up the steps and through the door of the King’s Chapel. “Samantha!” he tried to yell. “What are you—” Dragging Sam, she kicked open the church door with one foot and raced inside. “DON’T MOVE!” Samantha shrieked. Samantha stood there, in the aisle of the King’s Chapel, holding Sam hostage with her left arm, and pointing the gun at his temple with her right.

“I wasn’t gawking and she isn’t napping. She is reading. Look at the way her fingers slide across the book. She is definitely reading.” “Whoa… who are you? The King of Vampires is lovestruck. My oh my how the mighty have fallen.” “Okay, first of all, I’m not the King. Father hasn’t stepped down just yet and Two, I’m not lovestruck. I’m just admiring how good-looking she is.” Samael spoke with a hint of a smile as he shot another glance at the woman pretending to nap. “Just go over there and talk to her, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Hi” Samantha whispers when she finds me in the romance novel section of the library. I look at her instantly annoyed, what does she want? I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone that is associated with Knox. I’m so mad at him that I’m hating on anyone or anything that reminds me of him. I pick up a book with a beautiful cover and read the title trying to ignore her. The prince’s willing slave. That sounds like an interesting read. A few second of silence pass and I realize she’s not leaving I look at her and she smiles.

She quickly overcame it though and began researching each of the clan's covens hoping to find something that would help her. Samantha knocked and then walked in immediately with an armload of ledgers, spell books, and documents about the clan. "This is all Elrold has about them." She said, breathing heavily. "Thank you so much, what would I do without you?" She said getting up, "You are welcome. No Em sit, I'll just drop this here." She said placing the stack on the closest file cabinet to her. Emily grinned as she plonked down on her comfy chair.

Princess Samantha was ordinarily the least royal-like among the Harringtons to her mother's chagrin. She was wild, fierce, and maybe even a bit loose, according to the men of the kingdom, men she paid no attention to. It was always a hassle for the queen to get her daughter to speak with princes of different kingdoms in a bid to strengthen royal bonds. Samantha was hell-bent on ignoring and even sometimes outrightly shooting them away. She believed the royal shenanigans were fake and unnecessary. There was more to life than balls and soirees or boring tea parties with the royal ladies of the land who spent most of their time in the shadows of their husbands, gossiping about everything and ev

TOP 5" responds Sammy as she laughs and shakes her head from side to side while adding the drinks to Luke's tab "Hey, Sam!" Luke says honestly."On a serious note, when are you gonna give me another shot?" "What do you want? Tequila? Vodka?" Sammy asks Luke, knowing full well that this isn't what he's talking about in the slightest. "Samantha Lillian Jacobs , you know damn well that I'm not talking about booze... I'm talking about you and me, " Luke says seriously with a rigid look on his face. "Wow, pulling out my full name now?" Sammy asks questionably with a shy smile on her face, knowing she really doesn't want to have this conversation.

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.”

Halfway in, big black letters jump out. VEMOD. “Dominate vessels, take any face, any voice. Feeds on fear and lust. My hands go ice cold but then I hear footsteps in the hall. I shove the book inside my shirt, tuck it in my waistband, and stand just as the door opens. Samantha steps in carrying dirty sheets. She freezes when she sees me. “Oh. I thought the room was empty. I came to get the laundry.” I don’t move. “Just finishing up.”

The healer’s wing was quieter than usual. Morning light pressed softly through the windows, warming the sheets around her. Samantha sat with the leather-bound journal Adrian gave her the day before, its weight steady in her hands. She opened to the first full story she hadn’t yet read. The ink was old but clear, tales of wolves who crossed borders, defeated ancient threats, forged unlikely alliances. Yet every so often, a phrase tugged at her, familiar in a way she couldn’t explain.

Behind her stood a dozen Blight-Walkers, their claws clicking against the stone. "Thank you for finding the book for me, sister," Samantha said, her voice sounding like a thousand distorted whispers. "I couldn't touch it while it was under the hearth. The 'Mother's Protection' was too strong. But now that it's in your hands... it’s fair game." Samantha raised a hand, and the shadows in the room turned into physical lashes, wrapping around Audrey’s ankles and pulling her toward the dark. "Terren," Samantha said, looking at her father with utter disgust. "Finish your purpose."