Samantha Prescott 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.

Samantha walked beside him, and done up to the nines in her fishtail emerald green dress, long flowing hair and bold make up, she looked every bit the supermodel that she was. Trinity steeled herself against what was sure to come. "Trinity, this is my friend, Samantha. And Sam, this is Trinity," Dmitri made the introductions with a smile while Tyler stood to the side, watching with silent interest. "Nice to meet you, Trinity," Samantha smiled at her politely, holding a dainty hand out for her to shake. Trinity placed her hand in the other woman's, giving it a quick shake, "Likewise." "You're lucky that you're going to get to spend so much time with him. I'd kill to be in your place right now

Ughh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV

She’s the third and final cheer captain. Boys drool over her and fall at her feet. She’s the second most popular girl after Kylie. Samantha’s biggest belief is that the cheer captain and the quarterback belong together. Hence why she is always all over and constantly trying to get with Daniel. Samantha is a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes. She always has acrylics and would never walk out of her house in anything other than a dress or skirt. Samantha King is that girl. Hence why I’m not a fan of her.

“It’s a lady. She said her name is Samantha *******

"Did you see what happened with the Patterson account?" "The space program is fascinating, but the costs..." She felt both invisible and too visible all at once. "Tell me about yourself, Samantha," the First Lady said, cutting into her salmon. "What did you do before... all this?" "I worked in hospitality," Samantha said carefully. "Coffee shops, mostly." "Ah. You understand service, then. That's a valuable skill in any world." A woman across the table leaned forward. "How romantic that someone from the great Hale family proposed to you, a common waitress of all things. It's so unbelievable, it's like a fairy tale!"

My internal debate was cut short by the sound of Samantha Romano — Viktor’s younger sister — throwing what I could only describe as a designer tantrum. “This is not what I ordered!” Sammy snapped, holding up a pair of heels like they’d personally insulted her. “This isn’t even my size!” The poor stylist looked like she wanted to evaporate. “I—I’ll call the store—” “I don’t care!” Sammy bit out, pure venom wrapped in couture. “Beige. I said beige. Not taupe. Not cream. Not whatever dead-lady color this is. Beige.” Classic Samantha. Born with a platinum card and the attitude to match. She didn’t wear clothes — clothes were lucky if she chose to wear them.

Sienna: The soft hum of birdsong outside the cottage window was the first thing I noticed. That, and the warmth. It was a warmth that I felt, that I did not expect to feel, that I did not know or understand. But the smile that formed on my lips told me quickly that I was well aware of what it was from, that it was from one person and one person alone. It wasn’t from the fire, which had long since burned down to soft embers. But from him. From Damon.

“You’re still calling me ‘Miss’ even though we’re going to be married soon?” “I’m just being respectful. You are a lady, after all.” “Yes… but I want to be your lady, Alpha Luca.” “Who. Is. That?” Tyler interrupted, his stare fixed on the doorway. “What are you staring at?” I asked, following his gaze. It wasn’t a what but a who. Samantha, the woman I rescued. She looked sexy—and innocent—in the shimmering red silk satin dress she wore. It hugged her slender waist, and the wide, off-the-shoulder sleeves gracefully accentuated her neck and décolletage.

I decided to make my grand entrance. I removed my helmet and there were several shocked gasps and so on. "My Name is Samantha Emilia Parker; I am the Clan Leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Clan." After saying those words, I knew this would be fun. "H... how, wh..when, did you become a Phoenix? We looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found." Aiden asked instead of Matthew, too shocked to register that I was in front of them.