Samantha Maddox Novels & Stories

Robert, who was at the side, felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown since Kayden was also not picking up his calls. “Grandfather?” A gentle female voice full of hesitation, as if she were scared to speak too loudly, echoed softly through the room, miraculously shifting everyone's attention to her. “You,” Old Master Hunt blurted in surprise, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Sorry for interrupting,” Samantha said in a gentle voice as she slightly bowed to show her respect before approaching Grandfather Smith. She was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt tucked inside a dark blue long pencil skirt, which fit her like a glove. Paired with dark blue high heels. She looked conservative a

Even with words, I don't have that much to say. I just watched those who were there, looking at the new jumps, to see what was different about them. After that I also returned to the palace. "Amber," I looked at the woman who approached me. Samantha Crux. She is part of the elite vampresses. "Why?" He folded his arms in front of me so his collarbone came out more. She was wearing an off-shoulder, bloody red long dress, one of her favorite colors, I think?

“Angel?” The sound felt too real for her, it couldn’t be a dream. The sensation of her hand in a tight grip woke her. “Cara.” She shot up from her position, staring straight into those deep chocolate pools. ***************************************** Hi lovely readers, I hope you are enjoying reading Sgt Maddox. If you want to keep up to date with ideas and posts, I am on Instagram - @_louisehope_ Happy reading! xxx

I quickly dialed her before I could chicken out of it. “Marjorie speaking, who is this?” she asked. “I know who Nadine is. She is Kaden’s first mate, isn’t she?” BLAKE’S P.O.V Samantha stood in front of me in her short red dress and matching blood red lips. The neckline was cut so low that you could see the top of her nipples and the dress was so short that if she were to bend over, you would see her ass. Her hair was in a mess around her shoulders and for once, she had it down so it reached her lower back. Once she saw me, the corner of her lips tipped up into a smile.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I would talk about going on a hunt for the perfect mother of my children but she was working for me all along. My secretary was the perfect fit. Her name was Samantha Logan, nicknamed Sam. I couldn't make this up. She grew up in a small town in Southern Georgia. So small, the biggest event of the year was a peach festival. Her father was a minister, mother a school teacher. She was my perfect little slice of pure Americana. A wonderful wholesome balance to the mighty level of f*cked up which I inherited.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

Samantha looks back at Jimmy, who's watching from the table. Samantha looks back at the woman and gives her a warm smile. "Yes, Jimmy's here," she says. "May I ask who's asking?" The woman smiles back. "My name is Rebecca," she says. "I'm Jimmy's daughter." Samantha's jaw drops in surprise, and she glances back at Jimmy, who looks just as shocked. "Daughter?" Samantha asks. "You never told us you had a daughter!" Jimmy stands up and walks over to the door. "Rebecca," he says, in a hushed voice. "What are you doing here?"

umpisa niya. "Hmm, mukhang seryoso yata ang sadya mo, iha?" puna nito habang sinisipat ang kabuuan niya. Samantha was a tall woman. She seemed lanky and skinny because of her penchant to dark-colored loose pants and polo and blazers.

They were all seated and waiting including Samantha whose eyes widened as soon as she saw me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She snapped, rising to her feet. “Sit back down Samantha MacAllister or I am going to have to have you exit while reasonable individuals converse” There was a minute of awkward silence with Samantha shooting me a murderous glare but she sat back down. “Good day, I am Julie Paxton and I am the representative for Luxanne, Birmingham” I began, pointedly staring at Samantha. No fucking way, I heard her mouth. Yes way, bitch… I could almost scream.