Samantha King Holmes Books Novels & Stories

I decided to reply to other messages then head back to the sitting room. "Mom I told you I'm fine, you don't have to be such a 'mummy' " a childish voice sounded from the sitting room, probably Meryln's daughter "All I did was sniff , I didn't even eat it, I don't eat it meat" she whined " Oh Sam, meet Kate" meryln introduced upon noticing me staring at the duo arguing. She was blonde like meryln, not taller than meryln making her way shorter than me. Her face was doll-like, really cute.

"Did you see what happened with the Patterson account?" "The space program is fascinating, but the costs..." She felt both invisible and too visible all at once. "Tell me about yourself, Samantha," the First Lady said, cutting into her salmon. "What did you do before... all this?" "I worked in hospitality," Samantha said carefully. "Coffee shops, mostly." "Ah. You understand service, then. That's a valuable skill in any world." A woman across the table leaned forward. "How romantic that someone from the great Hale family proposed to you, a common waitress of all things. It's so unbelievable, it's like a fairy tale!"

The glade was a sanctuary, a primal cocoon where tomorrow’s eclipse faded, leaving only their bond, pulsing like the stars above. Samantha Lykos stood by a twisted pine, her crescent-tipped staff propped against its bark, silver tip dim, silent. Her auburn hair spilled free, waves cascading over her shoulders, catching moonlight like molten copper, framing green eyes that burned with hunger, softened by vulnerability—tomorrow’s war, Zane’s claws, the rogue’s blood lingered, but here, they vanished. Her leather vest was unlaced, shirt half-open, clinging to her sweat-damp skin, revealing the curve of her breasts, crescent moon tattoo pulsing silver on her collarbone, a beacon of desire. Her b

Pov samantha Samantha’s Final Testament: The Unbroken Vow (Samantha’s Voice) I used to measure my life in pages t e chapters I wrote for others, the hidden chapters I lived for myself, and the explosive, terrifying chapters Benjamin and I wrote together. I stopped measuring the day our son, Sterling, drew his first, impossible breath in that filthy, victorious alleyway. Since then, my life has been measured not in time, but in truth.

She didn't want to give the Bloom family an opening. That afternoon, Amelia was reviewing a business proposal in the living room while Evelyn worked on physics with Oliver in the study. The doorbell suddenly rang several times in a row, breaking the silence. Amelia frowned and checked the security camera. Samantha was standing outside. Irritation flashed through her. After a moment, she opened the door. Samantha stood on the porch in a designer dress with flawless makeup and an expensive handbag on her arm. Her chin was raised, and the hostility in her eyes was impossible to miss.

Samantha waved her hands, and all of their luggage went back too. “Our babies are missing. We don't even know where they are. Someone took them from us; we are worried somebody might harm them.” Amoux answered, which made Samantha nod her head. “I want to know where they are, but please help us first. If this war ends, I promised to ask Leah to give you more vacation.” Samantha crossed her arms. She sighed and nodded again. Though she was too irritated that somebody disturbed their intimate moment, she was willing to help them since Leah didn't even think twice about making her a member of the Red Moon Pack.

Look at the blood. Samantha’s vision turned red. She didn't wait for Dominic to break the door. She threw her entire soul into a single, kinetic blast of violet fire. The door didn't just open; it was erased. They burst into the circular chamber. The scene was etched into Samantha’s mind with the clarity of a lightning strike. The massive stone dais. The book bound in shimmering leather. The flickering, oily torches. And there was Ava. Her daughter looked so small, sitting on the edge of the stone, her eyes wide with a terror that broke Samantha’s heart into a million jagged pieces.

"Get out. Find another healer. I have zero interest in whether your wolf soul lives or dies." Samantha's pupils shrank, but she forced a provocative smirk. Her voice was sickeningly sweet. "Miss Holmes, I know Cassian's devotion to me has made you lose your professional cool. But you're a healer; it's your 'sacred duty' to save your kind. I've paid a f*e that could buy half a territory—what right do you have to turn me away?"

The Dinning room the Highridge Palace was frozen in reverent silence. Not from fear. But awe. Samantha stood at the center, her fur as white as snowfall, her glowing silver eyes reflecting the moon’s light. Even the wind had gone still, as though the world itself bowed before her. Her howl had torn through the night like an ancient call, awakening something buried deep in the bones of the kingdom. And then it happened.

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 ! **