Samantha Maddox Novels & Stories

I say leaving a moment for that to sink in. “She can’t be Louise’s twin if she is his sister?” my father asks. “Well, it turns out she was adopted as a baby and is the same age as Louise,” I offer. “What does that mean to us, Kate?” my mom asks. “Alpha Samuel wants proof that she is related to us first, so he took a DNA sample of mine with him. He will get a sample from Maddie and send it off to get it verified,” I say. Continuing, “Drake is following them back to their Pack, to see if she is in fact his other mate.”.

She looks as if she wants to turn back around and run away. "Welcome to Gray Ranch. I'm Sam," Samantha says as she shakes both of their hands. I see Ann relax a little and I smirk. I would bet my pay check Samantha used her Luna influence on her while shaking her hand. Tabitha introduces herself next and out of the corner of my eye I see Lewis move forward. His straight back and focused gaze draw my attention completely.

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

Sasha asked in a journalist voice. Kyle glanced at her, she had a laptop in front of her and she was typing away, and as far as this conversation went, it was as if she was interviewing them. "Samantha." Sasha looked up as if to ask if this Samantha did not have a last name. "I did not catch her surname," Demi said hastily. "All I know is that she was working for MJ Billings. I told her that my sister was missing and that the last person she was meeting up with was MJ Billings."

"Poor woman. She has no idea what she is getting into. Another soother, another woman who will end up broken or dead because of you." Maddox's hands curled into fists at his sides. The wolf stirred beneath his skin, claws pressing against the inside of his knuckles, begging to be released. But he held back. He would not give her the satisfaction. "If you know so much about my guilt," he said, "then you also know that I am fully aware of what I did to Samantha. And I am also aware that you helped push her away. You whispered in my ear. You planted doubts. You made sure she heard things that were not true."

Samantha cried, trying to shoulder the severe pain she was feeling all over her waists. “Get me my phone,” she ordered. Madam Kate stood up and rushed out of the bathroom. She returned, holding Samantha's cellphone. Samantha sniffed as she put a call through to Sasha. “Hello,” Sasha's melodious voice sounded cheerfully from the phone. “Bitch, it's time,” Samantha said with a smirk.

"I think it's better that maybe you don't see Willow. Not now. Maybe when you've finally gotten your dick out of that other woman you've been screwing and got your shit together, then we'll consider letting you two converse again, how's that sound?" Next thing I know, Sams crashed to the floor, head first after a loud fist-to-cheek contact between him and Maddox. He lays there for a moment, still and wide-eyed as he stares down at me, trying his very best to communicate to me that I should keep quiet and look away. It must be some sort of magic trick he's got, because that's exactly what my entire concious is screaming at me to do. Do I do it, though? Ha, of course not!

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

I chewed on my salad without looking up, letting Samantha shove the camera right in my face. Samantha grew bolder when I didn't react. "And hey, aren't you all curious how she got that BMW 5 Series?" she purred at the camera. "She's just a regular employee—where's all that money coming from?" "I heard…" she winked conspiratorially, "different luxury cars pick her up from work all the time." The chat exploded. [Oh, so she's an escort.]