Samantha Lawrence Novels & Stories

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.

I just leaned my head against my knees, let the tears roll down my face, and waited for the night to end. [ DAVID'S POV ] The ice-cold water from the morning shower did absolutely nothing to wash away the burning anger in my chest. Every single time I closed my eyes, that phone call from Linda and her mother played over and over in my head like a bad dream. Samantha drugged my water... she locked me in the dark... She stole my wedding dress. Hmmm. The nerves of that girl. To think she could pull off a whole wedding switch just to get into my bed, my house, and my bank account. She thought she was smart. She thought because the marriage papers were signed, she had officially won the lottery.

“Say one more thing about her and I swear I’ll end you right here. I’ll bury every lie you’ve ever told. Every secret. You want me to name them one by one?” His grin twitched. At this point, different phones were already up. The people who were pretending not to watch weren’t even pretending anymore. “You think anyone’s gonna take her side?” He threw a hand toward me. “She’s a joke. Samantha Cander—the gold-digging whore who slept with multiple men to make money and became the talk of the town. How exhausting that must be.” My chest was tight. My heart was at this point louder than the music. But I gave him nothing.

I looked at her, and she was completely shocked. "What do you mean by that?" I asked as my fear increased by the second. Finn sneered at me, giving a look of disgust and then a smirk of victory. "Where is my son Adrian? Where is Luna Tamia? What have you done to them!" Samantha yelled. Suddenly, a strange aura swept across the room. It was from Samantha, and she was seething. I recalled her telling me she was a Silver Wolf, her aura was something truly unique and different, something I had never felt before.

"A rich boy like that probably has lawyers who'd eat you alive." A new voice spoke up from near the door. "Lawyers are the least of your problems." Everyone turned to look at the speaker. It was a young Latina woman, maybe mid-twenties, with intricate braided hair and alert eyes. She'd been so quiet that Samantha hadn't noticed her presence before. "What do you mean, Carmen?" Betty asked. Carmen nodded toward Samantha. "You really don't know what you've stepped into, do you?" "I don't know what you're talking about," Samantha said.

Samantha ominously smirked amidst the continued clamor of confusion among the media. "Yes, a Wright. Oh, I forgot to mention it. Anyway, she's Doctor Abigail Marie Sandoval-Wright. My dear brave Lucy's wife. My favorite nephew. But please don't tell the others that CEO Lucas Alexander is my favorite" With an index on her lips, she comically whispered in the microphone. "We will pretend we didn't hear that again Aunt Sam" Lissie giggles while the rest shakes their heads in amusement. "Yes, Lissie doll, it's a secret you must not know" Samantha casually responded.

“Yes, sir.” Just as Bani was about to leave, the sound of footsteps approached. The door, which hadn’t closed yet, swung open again—and a woman entered without knocking. “Samuel.” Samuel turned quickly. His brows furrowed the moment he saw who it was. Jennifer Lawrence — dressed in a way that made his heart pound uncomfortably. She was wearing a simple cream dress, her hair cut to shoulder length, styled exactly like Rebecca’s old hairstyle. Samuel rose from his seat, his expression instantly tense. “What are you doing here?”

Lawrence glared at Darren, who was laughing. I looked up at the sound of some people laughing. Samantha walked in with Addison, next to her. They were laughing rather loudly, oblivious about all the heads they turned. Samantha had changed her outfit to a black tight-fitting bodycon dress, with thin straps. It hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves. "Hi!" Samantha greeted, eyeing Darren and Lawrence. They both stood up to greet her, Darren shaking her hand gently. "I'm Samantha," she introduced herself.

I just hoped Kaizer would learn to love her because, if Grandma would just let me, I think I might have -- Samantha POV Knock-knock Ugh! My brow furrowed in annoyance at these people's games. Knock, then nothing, and now knocking again. Irritated, I stood up and grabbed the baseball bat beside the bed – I have no idea why there's one here – and carried it towards the door. I swung the door open aggressively, raising the baseball bat at whoever was knocking, and that someone immediately stumbled backward. "Wait, wait! Calm down!" He said, Making hands up to block my swing. I glared at him and lowered the bat, so he straightened up and laughed at me.

Somira replied. Lawrence leaned in... with his lips curled.... looking so gone and replaced with his unusual mischief. Innately, Samira's eyes were shut, getting so ready for his lips to come on hers. His sting, wet, hot pinkish lips met hers. She became so lost. So she laid down on her mat on the ground, and had Lawrence come on top of her. She ran her hands on his, full of sand and she gave a reflexive jerking... and pulled away a little from him.