Samantha Prescott Novels & Stories

she said, pulling up a stunning black dress with a daring cutout. Samantha's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but smile. “That's the one,” she said, and Linda cheered. It was finally happening. She had always known Samantha to be a reserved lady, who minded her business and hated stepping on others toes. Even at that, she was business minded and after Samantha left, she was a bit scared that the company would go downhill because all hope seemed lost since Estella was a drug addict, and it seemed she was the only person left.

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

Her voice was smooth, dripping with something I couldn’t quite place yet. I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. “That’s what they call me.” She chuckled, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Can’t say the same about you.” “Sam.” She extended a perfectly manicured hand, her nails painted deep red. “Samantha Brooks.” I didn’t shake her hand. Instead, I folded my arms across my chest, keeping my expression unreadable. “Cool. Should I be flattered you’ve heard about me, or should I be worried?”

Samantha was panic-stricken and hastily stepped forward to explain, “Hello, Mr. Samuel. I have an appointment with Ms. Mandy.” Samuel looked at Samantha and said, “Ms. Mandy?” Then, he sniggered. “What nonsense are you talking about? There’s only one Ms. Mandy in Swallowston Bank and she’s the president. She’s one of the top twenty richest people in Swallowston. Why would the president have an appointment with you?” Samuel stared at Samantha with a malicious expression. “You don’t even know how to boast. Who do you think you are to get an appointment with the president?”

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.

Samantha eyed them, they were acting suspicious and that piqued her interest. "Did something happen?" "No! I have to go" "If it's awkward, then I will leave" "No" "Then sit down phoenix" "I already have an appointment with Cameron, she has that thing remember" Ben could tell she was talking about Cameron's plans to seduce Liam. They talked before he left for his meeting, she had already booked appointments. Ben didn't know where her newfound determination came from but he was glad she was doing this. As Ben looked at Samantha and Cameron, they were easy to tell apart once you got to know them. Cameron was all sweet and soft, different from the hard snubby Phoenix while Samantha was flirty an

TOP 5" responds Sammy as she laughs and shakes her head from side to side while adding the drinks to Luke's tab "Hey, Sam!" Luke says honestly."On a serious note, when are you gonna give me another shot?" "What do you want? Tequila? Vodka?" Sammy asks Luke, knowing full well that this isn't what he's talking about in the slightest. "Samantha Lillian Jacobs , you know damn well that I'm not talking about booze... I'm talking about you and me, " Luke says seriously with a rigid look on his face. "Wow, pulling out my full name now?" Sammy asks questionably with a shy smile on her face, knowing she really doesn't want to have this conversation.

Samantha sighed and swept her sorrows away. "That's right. I'm completely free now. I can put all my heart into finding a lover here in Sentius City to build a family with and have children together. "I can live the peaceful life I always wanted now," he said while looking at Samantha. Samantha knew what he meant. She turned, feigning ignorance, and pointed at a billboard above them. "Look, it's Cynthia Cooper's advertisement. She's one of my favorite A-list models. My greatest wish is for her to walk on the runway wearing the clothes I designed."

And as Samantha walked through the corridors, head held high, confidence radiating from every step, she looked every bit like the powerful woman she claimed to be as though she truly owned it all. But beneath that perfect image… Everything was beginning to crack, all because of one person ‘Casey’

Barry forwarded a photo to Carl and said, “Find this woman. Use whatever means necessary to stop her from treating Benjamin.” Carl glanced at the photo and was momentarily stunned. “Mr. Schmidt, who is she? She's stunning!” Barry let out a chilly smirk. “The medical world’s elite—Samantha.” “What?!” Carl was so shocked that he dropped his phone. “But... Mr. Schmidt, we can’t just stop her. Samantha is a poison expert. She can kill and cure. If we kill her, we’ll only make ourselves more vulnerable. Wouldn’t it be smarter to offer her a high price and persuade her to work for us—join your research institute? Wouldn’t that be better?”