Samantha Koenig Novels & Stories

Samantha. I still remember how he said it, carefully, like testing the weight of the word. “Out of everyone we can sign with, she’s your best shot, Tony. She’s reckless, sure. But she’s good.” Good. That was one way to put it. Isaac had explained that this Samantha wasn’t just good; she was raw talent wrapped in chaos but was exactly the kind of partner I needed. Then came the second call, this time from Coach. The same day Celeste went into surgery.

Samantha's dress was the focal point of the evening, including stunning Swarovski crystals that sparkled and a white dress with black gradations at the bottom. "Meet you. She is Samantha, my Mate, Luna, and my whole life. Therefore, Miss Dauntless, with a heavy heart, I cannot accept you."

She responds, her voice dropping in tempo. Cainan nod, he can certainly use a ‘try’, with that he opens the door and there stands Samantha. In a red mini gown and what looked to be a six-inch Lita heel because she was never this tall. Samantha is one of the prettiest girls Cainan has ever met, with dark skin, brown eyes, full red lips and an impressive body, but there’s an ugly side to her and Cainan always tries as much as possible to avoid it. Her face has enough makeup to make her look like an angel and Cainan almost burst out laughing at the thought, but he knew that would only end up with him getting punched in his face. “Hey?” He says, uncertain of what is appropriate to say.

"She's busy." "Doing what?" "Giving me a blow job. She really can't talk right now." My eyes widened. "Leo, stop trying to provoke him," I said, reaching for the phone. He only pushed my hand away. "You need to accept that she is my mate." "I won't accept it. I don't want my little sister with you a.k.a the worst human being on this earth since Adolf Hitler," Connor said down the line. "My pups are going to be your little nieces and nephews so you better get used to it," Leo replied.

“And this is—” “You don’t need to introduce her,” Savannah interrupts. “This is Samantha Webber, aka Sam, from Ohio. Dual major in Art and Digital Media, mostly focused on painting. Second-semester sophomore at this fine institution. And before the world fell apart, she had an internship at the Met—restoration department.” She strides over and extends her hand. “Pleasure to meet such a bright young talent. I’m Savannah Carmichael.” I’m a little dazzled by how much she knows about me. I dumbly shake her hand and take the dollop of hand sanitizer she offers. “The pleasure’s all mine,” I mumble.

“Calm down.” “Who are your parents young witch?” the Queen asked her. Samantha looked to her, confident in her answer. “Amaya and Edward Grey.” “Grey? Any relation to the Lycan?” Queen Hyacinth asked her. “Killian is my twin,” Samantha confirmed. Queen Hyacinth was visibly taken aback by the news. “Your twin is a Lycan, but you’re a witch? A descendant of Khan Grey?” “I don’t know why you’re having the reaction you’re having. I don’t know much about either side of my family,” Samantha admitted.

Staying as far away as possible seemed like the better option, honestly. As I watched the guys, an attractive blond-haired woman with large breasts and a short miniskirt approached the guys. She was tipsy from what I could see, and she was giggling as she approached the Rogues, swaying slightly as she settled herself into Keane’s lap. I was surprised when he didn’t push her away, instead allowing her to sidle into his lap like a lost puppy dog. “That’s Sadie,” Kasey said softly, taking another drink. “She’s the Rogues’ current booty call.”

Natalia pretended not to see her, and packed up her stuff. "I'm sorry, I'm just so excited. Ek kan nie glo dat dis rerig jy (I can't believe it is really you)! Like I'm standing in front of MJ Billings- the MJ Billings!" She said excitedly. "My name is LeChandre Koopman by the way. Pleased to meet you." She extended her hand to Samantha. Someone cleared their throat loudly, and everyone turned to look at the person, and then everything went still. Right behind Samantha stood MJ, who had a hard look on her face. She was wearing an all white suit and black heels, and her curls were let loose.

Shannon nodded, Bryan whispered in her ears and she saw sense in what he had just muttered. "Sure, we would work on that, any other questions?" No hands were raised, "In the absence of any, You" Shannon pointed at the lady that had challenges her twice. The lady stood up to her feet, Shannon read the name on her badge Samantha. "Samantha, you would coordinate the project!" Shannon smirked as she spoke. "W- what? " Samantha stood to her feet stuttering, she'd was secretly wishing that the project would be a failure, but now that she'd was chosen as a coordinator, She knew she had to work her best in order to make the project a success.

Samantha replied. “But, she–” “Babe, you shouldn’t be scared of her, but she should be of you. Let’s go, if they try anything, I will put them in their place,” Samantha said fiercely and took Caro back to her seat. A sound from the stage drew their attention, it was Mr Samson, the CEO of Luxe. He had taken the stage and he held a mic as he led an opening speech, then he welcomed all the guests and a round of applause filled the air.