Samantha Koenig Novels & Stories

he preached to her. Taking a moment to suppress the threatening smile, Anastacia glanced at Samara, who did not hear her brother's sentiments due to engrossment in watching the wedding program. Samara, in her silky purple plunging neckline long dress, is not to be mistaken for fourteen years old. She has a good posture for her height of 5 feet 5 inches and slender frame. She also has golden-tanned skin, which ladies with pale complexions envy. “You are too overprotective, Kuya. You aren’t like that with us, are you?” a goofy smile flashed on Anastacia's lips as Jasson's forehead furrowed even more; she even caught him, avoiding her gaze.

It seemed a bad sign, Samantha requesting this meeting, especially when she’d indicated that she didn’t want him to bring Landon. The door opened and Samantha shuffled in. She wasn’t handcuffed or shackled, but the neon orange jumpsuit dwarfed her. No doubt Samantha Johnston was a beautiful girl—Brandt still had a hard time thinking of her as a woman. She had milk pale skin and dark brown, almost black hair. But her eyes were the palest shade of blue he’d ever seen. Her eastern European heritage was evident in her facial bone structure. With her slight frame, she looked like a good, stiff wind would knock her over. Striking as she was, she just looked so damn…young. Samantha slid into the ch

She wanted to run away, get out of his reach and presence but she couldn't even move, her chest felt heavy and it was suddenly hard to breathe… until Monse tapped her and she flinched in fear before she turned to look at her. "I've kept on calling your name, what were you thinking about?" Monse asked and Samantha swallowed before she shook her head "no it's fine, I'm fine… I'm great" she replied and Monse nodded "if you say so'' she said with a shrug and gestured toward her parents ``meet my mum and dad; Mr and Mrs Carlos, the Alpha and Luna of the PHOS PACK'' she introduced and Samantha stood up immediately before stretching her hand out to shake them both one after the other "nice to meet

she told Alenna. Samantha was filled with wondering about herself, why she seemed different from everyone and she didn’t have such a life she love to have. She seemed to have no freedom to do whatever she wanted. From there, Samantha was just keeping her self busy creating decorations at the Kingdom of Arcticus along with other mermaids in preparation for the upcoming contest. To speed up what she was doing she once again thought of using her power and magic but when she tried to use it she suddenly remembered what Alenna was telling her, so she choose to do things fairly like her fellow mermaids does.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Samantha replied as Karisa took her coffee. “Or you do have something exciting to be brooding about. Say… maybe you brood over someone,” Karisa snickered. Samantha glared at her. Karisa snapped her fingers as she smirked. “So, it is true! Samantha Lykos has caught someone’s eye. I wonder who he is…” Karisa asked, wiggling her eyebrows as Samantha rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. “Frankly speaking, I am brooding over someone from my brother’s circle,” she came clean as Karisa’s eyes sparkled. Samantha closed her eyes and pinched her nose bridge.

she said, facing the cellphone she was holding. Andrew nodded. "Social media?" he said as he predicted what his sister was obviously planning to do. "I've tried already. I did not see any traces about her,” added the young man. Samantha shrugged her shoulders, unconvinced. “It is impossible for her not to have a F******k account. Come on, what's her surname?” Samantha insisted. "Montes, Lana Montes," he said after consuming the wine in his glass. "There are a lot," said Samantha. "Which one is she?" she asked, showing him the cellphone.

“When we come back, find out why so many people are switching from household names to more eco-friendly brands. I’m Jake Mitchell.” “And I’m Samantha Waters,” Samantha added. “We’ll be right back, on KNN.” The co-anchors held their smiles until Matt counted them off with his fingers. As soon as he reached zero, Samantha let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “Thank god,” she groaned. “I need to pee.” “Okay, but keep it brief,” Matt warned. “We’ve only got eighty-five seconds.” Samantha nodded as she disappeared behind a door with an entourage of people trailing behind her. Jake shook his head, slightly disgusted with her diva attitude.

Samantha was next to him, yawning as they carried on with their conversation. "Sir, I need to speak with you. It's urgent." I said to Sebastian, ignoring Samantha's glare. "Leslie! Can't even say hi to your sister?" Samantha asked, reaching for a hug. She looked as if she had completely forgotten everything that had happened in Scotland, plus anything before that. "Right, sorry." I gave her a quick hug before giving the woman in front of us an apologetic smile. "My apologies Miss..." "-Kameron Garcia." She shook my hand.

“I never want you to go with us. Killian and I could handle it on our own—” “But unfortunately,” Killian cut Domnic’s words as he looked down at the picture on the phone I was holding. He continued as he looked at Dominic and me, “We can’t do that because apparently, Samantha is the only Promordial Queen here and we need her to get inside the f*cking Moon Wolf Spring.” Dominic rolled his eyes and then let out an exasperated sigh, looking tired of Killian’s sarcasm.