Samantha Love Novels & Stories

Samantha greeted, lifting up two of her fingers, the typical way of a sassy trendy girl. To Alex, five years was a short period of time for anyone to transform this much. Samantha was 18 years old when he last saw her. It was the day she left for England for college. Then she was thinner, a little bit shorter and absolutely chestless. But now! What's with this massive fruit she's bearing on her chest? His little Samantha had bloomed into a woman-and he wasn't ready for it.

But as much as I didn’t like them together, I missed those chatterboxes as I sat in the comfortable space of my Hyundai Elantra, listening to one of Lindsey Sterling’s many instrumentals and waiting for the congested traffic to unclog itself. My phone beeped and a call came in, Amaya? “What do you want Amaya?” I asked, her name appearing on my phone's screen immediately draining up the excitement poor Lindsey’s instrumentals had been building up for minutes. “How’s your knee?” She asked but I knew better than that. Amaya didn’t care about my knee. She didn’t care about anybody but herself. She was “Amaya”. “What do you have to say?” I asked instinctively resting my elbow on my dashboard alre

Sue said and Adelynn nodded. "I really want to talk to him, but I feel so nervous and anxious" "Why? Dominic doesn't seem to be unapproachable. For all its worth, he's a total charmer. He's also drop dead gorgeous" Adelynn narrowed her eyes and Sue chuckled nervously. "I'm not trying to steal your husband, Addie" "Whatever" There was a knock on the door of Adelynn's office. "Come in! " The door swung open and Sam, one of their colleagues, walked in.

Samantha rolled her eyes. Listening to this, Damon looks at Samantha with big eyes. "Oh shut up, don't say nonsense about my love. Lilly slaps Samantha's head, shutting her mouth. "I love Aaron Salvatore so much." "But Aaron Salvatore doesn't know who you are." She makes her fun. "Wait a minute, shut up. I will definitely meet him one day, you see. Lilly makes faces. "I'm not interested in your Salvatore."

"Any of it. The good or the bad. I didn't ask to love her. I didn't ask to lose her." But that wasn't entirely true. I'd known who Sam was, known about her 'asthma' which I now understood had been a white lie to hide her CF. Even before I knew the full truth, I'd seen her struggle to breathe sometimes, seen how careful she was about infections, how she tired more easily than others. I'd fallen in love with her anyway. Had chosen her, knowing on some level that loving Sam meant eventual loss. Would I undo it if I could? Erase the past ten years of friendship and the past eighteen months of being in love with her?

Then, as if from nowhere, a quiet voice whispered in her mind: I love you. So simple. So bold. She sat up slightly. “Oh God… what’s wrong with me?” she whispered. “Why am I thinking of love now, when fear feels like a shadow over my heart?” Still, the voice lingered. She thought about everything: Jake’s secret, the broken trust, the conversation with Daniel, and her friends’ teasing. After a long stretch of sighs and silent questioning, Samantha drew in a slow breath, picked up her phone, and typed. Three words.

Below her, a crowd had gathered, and several people were trying to talk her down. From the way she looked, she had clearly been drinking. "C-Caleb," she sobbed through the screen, her voice slurred, "What do I have to do for you to believe me? I really never betrayed you. If you still won't believe me… then I don't know what else I can do…" Ryan looked reluctant, but he still spoke up for her. "Caleb, I hate admitting this, but Samantha really does love only you. Every time, she was just using me to make you jealous.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her makeup was already ruined and she looked like a haggard doll. "Is it because I sleep around a lot? I haven't been with anyone else since we got together. I swear it. I love you, Aito. I love you so much. I've always loved you. Since the first day I met you. Why can't you love me too? What's so repulsing about me?" "Nothing," I said to her. "Absolutely nothing Sara"

Ethan pecked on her lips once more and asked, "Tell me again." "I love you," she repeated before giggling. "Again," he requested. Samantha opened her eyes and stared into his. She smiled as she touched his athletic face and told, "I love you, Mr. Ethan Wright; my husband and the father of my children... I love you." Ethan wound up covering Samantha's lips so fervently. As he parted her lips, their tongues danced carelessly with each others'. The heat of the moment led Ethan to search under her dress, but his hands were halted by Samantha's palms. She smiled and told him, "Ethan, I... Earlier today, I had my period."

Samantha said, her eyes now fixated on me. I was about to say something but she stopped me. " I am doing the talking so you listen to me." She cautioned and I made a zipping gesture to assure that I understood. " I have never fallen in love and the only people who truly loved me were Gideon and Leo. Since I was young, my world revolved around the two. I was contend with the two of them. That's until they grew up and started dating. The time we spent together was limited and they would spend it with their lovers.