Samantha Read Novels & Stories

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

Samantha laughed, rubbing her rear as she made her way to the kitchen to make some coffee. Samantha flipped on the radio, American Kids by Kenny Chesney echoing through the kitchen causing her to smile and sing along. She continued to sing and dance as she made a quick breakfast of fresh fruit and oatmeal, one bowl for her and one for Dani. “Growin’ up in little pink houses...” she danced around, shaking her hips to the beat of the music in her little boy shorts, her long tan legs moving to the beat. “Makin’ out on living room couches, Blowing that smoke on Saturday night...”

Samantha laughed while helping me zip up my dress. "Sam, that office was chaos, people coming and going, and that phone wouldn't stop ringing. I didn't see this man. Tell me, what's he like?" I asked once again, trying to get information out of her. "Done! Now zip mine up." Sam turned so I could zip up her dress. "I already told you I'm not saying anything. You'll see him with your own eyes soon enough. But I find it amazing that you didn't notice him."

Samantha noticed. “What’s in there? You’ve been checking it like it’s going to explode every five minutes.” I hesitated. Then I pulled the card out and handed it to her. She read the three lines twice. Her expression changed. Slowly, she looked up at me. “N.C.”

Samantha let out a nervous chuckle without answering. Alan widened his eyes, clearly waiting for an explanation. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Samantha replied, "Well, the noise downstairs was too much, so I came here to cool off." Alan stepped closer, his suspicion growing. "Cool off?" he asked. "What exactly are you looking for while cooling off?" Samantha's eyes darted around the room as she searched for an excuse. Suddenly, her gaze landed in the freezer. A smile appeared on her face "I was actually looking for the key to the freezer. I wanted something cold to drink."

The moment they got home, Elizabeth's phone vibrated with an incoming message from an unfamiliar number, she exchanged a curious glance with Alexander. The screen displayed a mysterious yet thrilling statement: "Samantha is ready to see you." A surge of excitement ran through both of them, and a shared joy brightened their faces. Alexander couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "Is this for real? Samantha is ready to see us? Wait, let me have a look for the fourth time" His words were a mix of astonishment and joy.

Damon quickly writes another note and shows it to her. Samantha doesn't understand anything; what is he afraid of and why is he requesting to act? At the same time, Samantha notices someone at the exit, who is stalking them. "Oh yes, champ, did you start your holiday homework?" Samantha acted. Damon nodded his head. "Now ask your questions." Damon had written the note and shown it to her. "Oh yes, Damon, you did this multiplication wrong. Wait, I’ll tell you the way." Samantha said, taking the book and pen in hand.

Bianca enquired. "Yeah, surprised?" Maya enquired. Dryly, Bianca gulped. "How is it possible?" Bianca enquired. "Even I am clueless," Amaya replied. "Samantha... Samantha... Where are you?" Now she was genuinely afraid. "Ohh.. Her name is Samantha, I already sent her to her mom." Saying that, Amaya shrugged. "Mom?" Bianca enquired. Bianca remarked, "But she didn't tell me she had a mom."

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.

Samantha’s POV When I picked up the call, I heard Julian’s voice, but then there was a loud crash. My heart stopped, and I jumped up, terrified and panicked. “Julian! Julian!! Julian!!!” The phone went dead. I looked at the screen, realizing the call had ended. I immediately tried calling back, but it wasn’t going through. “What is wrong, Samantha?” I began pacing back and forth, desperately dialing his number again. “Pick up! Please pick up!”