Samantha King Holmes Books Novels & Stories

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 said, glaring at the Lycan King. " What do you mean by our guest? She's MINE!" The guy roared possessively to Only have Samantha just roll her eyes at him. I could not seem to understand what's up with his possessiveness. I am just a slave he bought at a high price. I understand that I belong to him but must he behave as if his sister was taking me away from him? " Then behave like a good host and feed her hungry stomach." Samantha jabbed, her nonchalant behaviour towards the Lycan King surprising me.

I shrugged, “I also asked him about that. You know, I love decorating my own home, and that 'shabby cabin' was my little project. It clears my mind. He was really against it at first, but he ended up giving in.” “You seem quite proud of a mistress,” Samantha said sharply, causing the other customers to stop giggling. Even Sammy snapped her head toward Samantha. Samantha cleared her throat, realizing the crowd's attention. She flashed her sweet smile at me, “I mean, who would be proud to be in that position, right?” I managed a smile, feeling the muscles in my face straining, “I mean, isn't I supposed to be proud since the Alpha King himself chose me?” Sammy forced a laugh and quickly went to

I stood and looked slowly around the room until it fell silent again. “I stand before you as the queen your King chose to succeed him. In his wisdom, he could see what I and this small group before me couldn’t. I have endured multiple attempts on my life. I have faced Bartholomew’s army and returned with his weapons of destruction for our scientists to study. I have thwarted the attempts on my life by powerful wizards. I have proven myself strong enough to stand up to adversity. I bring to you a link between the Fae, the mutant-vampires, and vampires. That link will be needed for what is to come. The New World Order has managed to produce new armament that cannot only destroy a vampire

Samantha stated as Karisa was nodding at her. “Take your time, Sam. You know I will be here,” Karisa replied, looking at the book that her brother Sebastian used to read whenever he had the time for himself. The title was A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. Samantha never knew that Karisa was a Vernian. Huh, interesting indeed, Samantha mused as she smiled, remembering her reclusive brother who was probably busy with his duties as the doctor of the pack as well as an official of the Shadow Pack. Samantha blinked her eyes when she remembered the information that Karisa told her earlier.

A child that was from wedlock. An unknown child. A different soul from another world. Someone he wanted to sacrifice and a very dangerous spell that will change fate. Samantha halted her plans and started to dig more. If she's going to inform the prince she should know everything and how they will fight the storm. She searches the royal library, checking every detail of the empire. The history of the kingdom and the tragedy of the first saint. Samantha is alone after reading the whole history. A saint who lost her family,

Mina whispered, fear creeping into her voice as her back pressed against the wall. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with madness. She leaned closer, her breath cold against Mina’s cheek as she whispered darkly, “Today, I’m going to tell you a little of my secret… because by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to tell anyone.” She ended with an evil wink, her lips twisting into a grin that made Mina’s entire body tremble." I killed the late Luna, and then sold her child" Mina’s heart pounded violently as realization dawned — Samantha wasn’t just angry. She was dangerous.

I will miss the Campbells and Worths. Most especially, those who have stuck till the end of the book... Hope to see your comments on further projects. I'm a bit emotional right now... I've been writing this book for over six to seven months now, and it's the longest yet of all my books. Whatever has a start, has an end. I really really cherish you all, stay alive and safe. With love, Samantha K. Whyte, Sam.

Samantha stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips twisted into a smug smile. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low and tired. Samantha sauntered into the room, her every movement oozing confidence. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a red dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her blonde hair was styled in soft waves, and the sharp click of her heels echoed in the quiet space. “Oh, don’t mind me,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “I just came to see how Mrs. King is spending her big day. But it looks like you’re spending it alone. How...predictable.”

“I imagine so. Clubs aren’t what they used to be. Not that I’d expect you to know the difference.” I looked away for half a second. Just half a second. And that was enough for her to pounce. “Tell me, Samantha,” she said, setting the glass down with a soft clink, “do you enjoy humiliating my son?” I turned to her, stunned. “What?” She stepped forward, voice still calm. “Is that your way of getting attention? Stumbling around in that little dress, letting men grope you in public like some dime-a-dozen girl from the street? Because if that’s what you’re going for, congratulations. You’ve succeeded.”