Samantha Prescott Novels & Stories

Soon, the line comes to an end and the only person left is a woman of her age, the very one Theo was staring at earlier. Or rather was still staring at. “Alpha, this is Samantha Andrews. She is one of our best trackers.” Nicholas introduces her. “Hello, Samantha.” Charlotte smiles at her, instantly liking the vibes coming off her. “Hello, Alpha. I’m so glad we finally found you.” Samantha’s voice is a bit deeper than she is used to hearing from females, though not deeper than hers. Her red eyes flash as she bows her head. “And I’m glad to meet you.” Charlotte wants to talk more to her, to get to know her but as of now, she has no idea what she should talk about.

No one would believe that there was nothing going on between them. Samantha is simply the new generation goddess. Not only was she beautiful but she has also become the exclusive chef of Mr President at a very young age. She is professional and selfless. She completely ignored her own safety and saved a little child. She deserved to be respected and made a role model. This was the second comment that was placed at the top. There were also tens of thousands of people that reposted and liked it. They all expressed her admiration for Samantha. Nicklaus sped through the following hundreds of thousands of comments. In addition to the first and second comment, the third was envious of the relation

She says, her voice heavy with an English accent. "Certainly, I am Samantha Peters. I am 20 years old. I'm from Indonesia. I have a passion for research and storytelling, and I know if given an opportunity to work with this prestigious company, I will have a lot to offer and..." She raises her hands high in the air, silencing me. She looks to her partners. "You two have any questions for the lady?" The only man in their midst nods and turns to me. "Work experience?" "I don't have any work experience, sir."

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

Martha gave Ashton a sly smile. "Babe, you want to take down Roxy's Summit Media, right? Well, the woman in there is Samantha Andler, a rising star who's already an award-winning actress. She just came back after filming wrapped up for one of her projects, so I invited her over to my place tonight. "Do you know that Samantha alone brings in 30% of Summit Media's revenue? If you can poach her to Evermore Media, Summit Media would basically fall apart!"

Samantha makes a bad face upon turning around to leave, holding herself not to scream in the presence of Simon. With a stiff body, Samantha strides out of the room and unleashes a suppressed giddy scream when she reaches her chaotic room. "Aw shucks! That was mortifying." She flips her hair behind and stands straight. "Never mind, it's just skin. No big deal." Samantha hurries to the wardrobe and rummages through her dresses. When she finally finds something she likes to wear for today, which is a casual rosy dress, she immediately goes back to keep an eye on Morgan.

Stanley smiled charmingly. The audience applauded enthusiastically. “I have another surprise for you.” Stanley stopped for momentum “Joining us today on this show, we have the goddess of the silver screen, Ms Samantha Witherby.” Stanley smiled charming “It’s double the charm this evening.” Samantha walked on gracefully on to the stage wearing a bright red satin dress. She looked every bit the movie queen she was. “Ladies, I heard you just got back from overseas, how does it feel to be back?”

As if she would let him steal a story this good from her, as if she would let anyone steal a story from her ever. They began to count back down again and Samantha readjusted her blazer and her face ready to address the masses. Their show might be small, but it had quite a large viewership. "Welcome back," she announced as the camera clicked back on. "Samantha Waters here, filling you in on the drama of Caledon and Eleanor. Before the break, we were discussing the question of whether or not we should be calling Ms. Eleanor a Mrs." Samantha changed her face to a more serious look so that they would understand the reality.

"Well, beautiful, my name is Christian Sampson and what is your name?" She giggled slightly. "My name is Samantha Lexington, but everyone calls me Sam." I love her name! "Sam." It rolls off my tongue with ease and I feel her body shiver at hearing her name come out of my mouth. My gaze quickly darts to her plump, seductive lips. My eyes darken as Deuce tries to take control, he wants to mark and mate with this goddess in front of me...right NOW so that everyone will know that she is ours!

Samantha looked everywhere confusedly to be sure she's the one she's talking to, unfortunately she's talking to her. Who the hell are you, Samantha asked pulling a confused face. Oh the new girl, Richmond said resting his back on the chair. Let the girl go, Jeanne said confidently. Get out of here while am being nice, Samantha said. You don't order around little one, Jeanne said with a smirk. And who are you to tell me that, tell me is your father the president or are you the daughter of a minister, Samantha yelled. You mean I have to be someone influential before I can do what is right, well to shock you, am not as pathetic as you are.