Samantha Lawrence Novels & Stories

Christiana took Sam in and began training her, showing her what to do in terms of emergencies, where the emergency bags were stored in the house and also showed her different rendezvous points which she had mapped out. Sam’s parents also took her on trips to show her different secret cabins including a private beach house they had bought in her name should there be an emergency that requires her to disappear with her brother. Samantha learned how to drive but until she was sixteen, she could not take a driving test. Now, Mae looked over at her daughter as she stirred the sauce she was cooking. A feeling of dread came over her as she also remembered something. “Chris?” “Yes ma’am.” Christiana

Patt handed me my land law textbook through the small space between the door and its frame. “What’s going on in there, Patt… are you working out or what?” “Relax Pierre, I’ll call you later. Samantha is in there, and I have to go in and fire on.” “Who’s Samantha?” “Come on Pierre, I’ll call you later. She is my elder sister’s former course mate.” He giggled mischievously.

She can't stop her boss who is ripping her uniform. When I finished tearing off the top and bottom of this uniform, I grinned devilishly. 'Perfect!' "You're welcome sweetie, don't cry. I'm just helping." But Samantha ignored what I said. She hurriedly ran away while holding her delicate body because I tore her uniform. I turned to the audience with a smile and bowed to them all. "I'm sorry for what my librarian did. If you're asking me why I did that? Because she deserved it. Customers shouldn't be made to wait... especially women just because of flirtatious MEN."

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

She wasn’t sure how they managed to continue the kiss till they reached their destination but when it ended she felt breathless yet again. As they got out, Sam tried not to ignore the sly smile the cab driver gave them. Her partner held out his hand to help her out of the car. Sam took it, unable to believe what she was about to do. She, Samantha Peters, was going to sleep with a guy she just met, a guy whose name she didn’t even know!

“None of it’s true. You’re just a lowly woman playing dress-up.” Lawrence’s sneer cut in before I could answer, low and precise. “Even without MagentaX or the Stonefield name, Mikayla would still be a thousand times better than you in every way that matters. Even while sleeping.” Samantha pressed her fingers to her mouth, trying and failing to hold back a laugh, and turned her face slightly away. I sighed, then felt a quiet giggle slip free at the sight of Lawrence stripping off every corporate filter so he could speak exactly the way he had always preferred when the gloves came off.

Samantha’s expression flickered with a hint of dissatisfaction at my bluntness, but she pressed on. Smiling thinly, she said, “Lawrence is my nephew, and I’ve come to apologize for him offending you. He acted recklessly, and I’ll ensure he apologizes to you personally. But there’s no need to blow this out of proportion.” She leaned forward, her tone turning more insistent. “He didn’t actually hurt you, did he? Why should he be sent to jail for a mistake? Let’s resolve this peacefully. For my sake, withdraw the accusation. In return, I’ll do my best to fulfill any condition you name.”

Sam’s POV “I can’t believe how you two girls are talking to one another. You used to be such good friends,” Drake said, stepping forward. Lily smiled as she believed it was me who was being scolded. Zola was right. I wasn’t the Samantha everyone once knew—the kind, sweet girl who was eager to please and willing to forgive. I am Sam, an independent and headstrong survivor. I do not answer these people, nor should I be afraid of them. I embraced my inner Sasha, the smart-mouthed woman with whom I have been spending time, a woman who is not afraid to say what is on her mind. “It’s hard to be friends with someone who would literally stab you in the back to get into your mate’s pants. There is on

I gave the call all my attention. "What have you found?"I asked. "Well,She indeed has a butterfly shaped tattoo on her chest.There are no no birth records of any kind.Its like she doesn't exist on the face of the earth which is weird.But I traced her features and cross-referenced them with our werewolf records and I found her heat signatures.It says here that that's she close to you "he said skeptically. "What?"I asked. "Her name is Samantha...Samantha Ronan"

"I will do what is necessary for the pack, Alpha." There was no way I could actually deny an order from the alpha. He says we do. Luckily, we have a very nice leader and he would never make us do unnecessary things. But this was too much. As much as I wanted to protest, I bit my tongue hard. An elder, Nairobi turned to me with a grin, “Congratulations Samantha. This is such an honor for you. To become the future Luna of Crescent? Your good heart has finally rewarded you” I forced out a smile, “Thank you”