Samantha Read Novels & Stories

Opening it up ,I saw a lot of unread messages that had accumulated all through the night. My phone buzzed. The message read: SAMANTHA IS MISSING.WE NEED TO FIND HER! Not again! I exclaimed as fear gripped my heart.

Ethan probed, leaning towards Samantha. She turned to lock eyes with Ethan as they made the walk and said, "He - he likes gadgets and books. He likes learning new things and playing like he knows the computer." "How well does he read?" Ethan probed. "Oh, very well." She laughed and said, "Too good." For the first time, Samantha saw a clear smirk on his face. She then heard him say, "My mother told me that I was already reading computer books when I was five." He scoffed and added, "He must take a lot from me."

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

The cool air sends a shiver down my spine, washing away the suffocating heat from outside. “What are you ordering? I think I’ll get a sandwich. I haven’t had one in weeks,” Samantha muses as she pulls me forward. “Sam, I have a test in twenty minutes, and I haven’t read anything! Can we just meet him and get this over with, please?” I groan as we walk further into the restaurant.

That night I tried to review the ethics reading but kept thinking about Samantha… Her determination, the way she challenged me, and how her body reacted when I got close even if her mouth said otherwise. I texted her one more time. Me: Sweet dreams, Samantha. Try not to think about me too much while you’re reading those boring books. She replied twenty minutes later. Samantha: I wasn’t thinking about you at all. Goodnight. I smiled at the obvious lie. Tomorrow’s group meeting was going to be explosive. Her, me, Donald, and a big chunk of our grades on the line. I couldn’t wait.

She looks as if she wants to turn back around and run away. "Welcome to Gray Ranch. I'm Sam," Samantha says as she shakes both of their hands. I see Ann relax a little and I smirk. I would bet my pay check Samantha used her Luna influence on her while shaking her hand. Tabitha introduces herself next and out of the corner of my eye I see Lewis move forward. His straight back and focused gaze draw my attention completely.

he whispered again, exhaling deeply. Samantha rolled her eyes and said, “Let’s go book shopping.” Book shopping? Adrian’s eyes squinted, and for a second he paused, trying to process the word. Every other thing made sense aside from the book part. Samantha goes shopping — he knows that about her — but never book shopping. “When did you start reading, baby?” Samantha grabbed a book from the shelf, then said, “Let’s say I am trying to get a new hobby. Besides, I have always liked to read. My dad wouldn’t just let me do it.”

If Samantha is not in, this may be my only chance to read her story. As my hands rest on the doorknob, one mind tells me not to do it; after all, if Samantha wanted me to read the book, she would have given it to me herself. But she's not willing to talk, to communicate her dark thoughts and secrets with me, so I will just take a sneak peek; I really hope that I will find something useful. I step into her room, which is still smelling fresh and warm from the morning incident. I move over to the cupboard, carefully pulling out each drawer according to its step in the cupboard and carefully searching its content. The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff