Samantha Rachel Artinya Novels & Stories

Ia memasang senyum yang manis ketika pintu terbuka. “Sana akhirnya kamu datang,” ucap Amel menyambut kedatangan Sana. “Apa jauh? Tidak ‘kan.” Amel menggandeng Sana masuk ke dalam rumahnya. “Ini adik Rafa, namany Rachel.” Amel memperkenalkan putrinya yang saat ini tengah duduk namun sibuk membenahi tatanan rambut. “Rachel berhenti dulu,” ujar Amel

Kyra finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. The girl turned to look at her even as she kept walking and her eyes sparkled with warmth as she smiled. “I’m Samantha,” she replied. “I am one of the misfits here.” Kyra pulled her brows. “Why do you all keep saying that?” she asked. “Oh, Jayde must have told you already,” Samantha said with another smile. “Jade?” Kyra repeated the name. So that was his name, she thought. Samantha tilted her head and corrected, “The pronunciation is J-a-y-d-e, not Jade.”

Ang tutoo, may kahalong admirasyon ang unang reaksiyon niya. Nakita niya ang tunay na pangalan at kasarian ni 'Samuel' sa ID driver's license nito. Samantha Cruz. Female. At napagtanto niyang ang palayaw na 'Sam' ay tutoo ngunit mas malambot ang pagkakabigkas, as in 'Samantha'. It was a chic French nickname. What a gutsy female! bulalas niya sa sarili. Hindi pa bumabalik si Samantha. Kaya ang mga kapatid na lang nito ang nagpakilala ng mga sarili sa kanya.

RAFAEL ~ Something wasn't right with Sam. Three weeks after our rain-soaked camping trip, I still couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. Little things that most people wouldn't notice, but after nearly ten years of friendship, I noticed everything about Samantha Ellis. Like how she'd cancel plans at the last minute with vague excuses about 'not feeling well' or 'family stuff' Or how she'd sometimes disappear mid-conversation to take calls in private. Or the way May watched her constantly with that worried crease between her eyebrows.

"Who's your mother?" "Jessi D'art – her artist name," Samantha replied, a proud smile lighting her face. Darcel's jaw dropped, astonishment written across her face. "The legendary Jessi D'art? My role model?" Samantha blinked. "Huh?" "Jessi D'art, like Jessica," she said and Samantha nodded graciously. "I love her. I've been her biggest fan for years!" Darcel's voice barely rose above a whisper. "I've always yearned to meet her. Her brushstrokes ignite my imagination."

Samantha is thrilled to see her friend doing better, and she's proud of how far Rachel has come. As Rachel’s depression improves, she becomes more like her old self. She's back to being the life of the party, and she's full of energy and enthusiasm. Samantha is relieved and happy to see Rachel thriving, but she can't help but feel a bit jealous. It's not that she wants Rachel to be unhappy again, but she misses the quiet nights they used to have together. She's afraid that their friendship will change now that Rachel is back to her old self.

Its look like she's not her mother i feel her. "Si marcus isa sa saksi nung huling digmaan siya ang mag kakwentuhan niyo pero may gusto lang akong kausapin maupo muna kayo" then umalis na siya nakita ko si sam na umalis din pero hindi sa direksyon ng dean whats going on? ---------sam pov---- Hi, it’s me samantha but you can call me sam i hate samantha uhmmm do you know me i dont know you i think im crazy na

“I guess you are here to meet my super talented brother-in-law? I just didn’t expect you to come personally!” “Oh, that’s it!” Samantha jumped in. “I knew it! I knew that project was worth so much!”. She turned to me, her eyes questioning, “Ryan, are you sure?” She asked sadly and I nodded firmly. “Ryan?” Rachel repeated, sounding shocked as Samantha eagerly pulled her further into the house. “Oh, sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” I said, keeping the smile on my face. “I am Ryan Rivers, and this is Samantha Lithel. We are so happy to have you here, Sam and I admire you so much.”

Samantha I HUGGED myself as my lips trembled. It was so cold. I'm soaking wet and the wild wind isn't helping. I am standing in front of someone's house. It's been a long time since I've been here, and I'm hoping she's still here. The light lit and the door opened. A woman in nighties welcomed me as her eyes widened in shock. “SAM!” I awkwardly smiled at her. “Hi, R-Rachel.”

“And this is—” “You don’t need to introduce her,” Savannah interrupts. “This is Samantha Webber, aka Sam, from Ohio. Dual major in Art and Digital Media, mostly focused on painting. Second-semester sophomore at this fine institution. And before the world fell apart, she had an internship at the Met—restoration department.” She strides over and extends her hand. “Pleasure to meet such a bright young talent. I’m Savannah Carmichael.” I’m a little dazzled by how much she knows about me. I dumbly shake her hand and take the dollop of hand sanitizer she offers. “The pleasure’s all mine,” I mumble.