Samantha Koenig Novels & Stories

The judges looked at each and had a silent conversation before looking back at her. "Okay, Miss Samantha. You have only five minutes to introduce yourself in your unique way. Your time starts now." Mr Johnson said and she hurriedly nodded at them. "Okay, I am Samantha Miller. I am a super model and have done modelling for many prestigious brands like Victoria secret and many more. I have always been a showstopper in all of my shows and have been invited as chief guest many times in shows like this. I have been the showstopper of London fashion week last year as well. I always wear branded clothes and accessories and try to maintain a sophisticated life. I am sure I am influencing many rising

Samantha bit her lip as her grip started to loosen. “W-What are you doing?!” Kathleen stuttered as Samantha started walking backwards to where a peculiar faceless man who stands 7 feet tall, with hair which looks like moving spider legs—as what Kathleen would describe—is waiting for her; beside the man stood a familiar little girl. “You!” Kathleen screamed when the girl held Samantha’s hand and led her towards the dark, away from her. “No! Shane! Stop right there. Don’t go with her!” Samantha only looked at her for the last time and smiled before completely vanishing in the dark. “H-Hey!! NO! WAIT!” Kathleen tried chasing after her but her body froze into a statue.

Her voice was smooth, dripping with something I couldn’t quite place yet. I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. “That’s what they call me.” She chuckled, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Can’t say the same about you.” “Sam.” She extended a perfectly manicured hand, her nails painted deep red. “Samantha Brooks.” I didn’t shake her hand. Instead, I folded my arms across my chest, keeping my expression unreadable. “Cool. Should I be flattered you’ve heard about me, or should I be worried?”

exotic. Just then, I heard a flush. Turning toward the sound, I watched as a girl stepped out of a stall. She was tall and impossibly thin, her raven-black hair sleek and straight, falling down her back like a curtain. She wore a cheerleading uniform—but not the kind you’d see on a football field. This version was scandalously short, sinfully tight, and paired with dangerously high heels. "Hello," I said, attempting to make conversation. She gave me a slow once-over before smiling. "Hi. I'm Samantha." Then, tilting her head slightly, she added, "I know you."

“Lee and that... that thing... they want us unhinged. They want us charging blindly.” “We are charging!” Samantha spun around, her violet hair with its silver streaks whipping around her face like a halo of storm clouds. “They have our daughter, Dom! They’re ‘unmaking’ her! How am I supposed to be calculated when I can still feel the heat of her skin on my fingertips?”

"Aren't you the little sister of the Lesley family? I thought your brother wouldn't let you attend a banquet like this? Now that you've snuck out, aren't you afraid that your brother will break your legs when you get home?" The two of them just got out of the car. Just as they walked to the door of the Perth house, they heard a male speaking behind them. Upon hearing the voice, Samantha could recognize the voice quickly. She turned around and greeted him politely, "Brother Dominic, nice to meet you!" "I haven't seen you for a long time. It seems that you've grown chubbier!" Dominic Cooper smiled and greeted her too. Samantha wiped her cold sweat. No matter how much she liked eating and how s

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

“I would love to, gorgeous, but I’m heading to a party. If Zayne is up to it, y’all should come.” “Sure,” Sam agrees instantly. He gives us the address and gives me another quick hug before he leaves. “Damn Mia, so fine men just follow you around?” Samantha asks as she watches Gin's ass. “Right, girl. He foine,” Kenya agrees. “I saw him first,” Samantha shouts, shooting daggers at Kenya. “We all saw him at the same time, but Samantha called dibs,” Santana says, trying to meditate. “I was only admiring him,” Kenya offers.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

“Please tell me that you are not referring to Sienna as your daughter.” “Do you see Sienna being a sharp wolf? As far as I'm concerned, she's nothing but an Omega. A smart and strong one I will admit, but that is all.” I said, staring down at the picture of the woman that I once loved before putting it away. “But yes, you do have a sister just as much as she does.” I turned toward her, the wicked smile stretching across my face. “She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.”