Samantha Vera Novels & Stories

“Just came to check if our poor little birthday girl needed a tissue… or maybe a new personality.” Ryder smirked, eyes flicking from me to Sam. “Didn’t know you were into charity work, Sam.” Sam stood up slowly, facing them with fire in her eyes. “Wow. You two must really be bored, huh? Nothing better to do than pick on a girl who’s already been through enough?” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Spare me the lecture, Saint Samantha. She’s a drama queen. Look at her—always crying, always looking for pity. It’s pathetic.”

“Bianca, or rather Samantha … I must start to think of her as Samantha now … is a very good liar. Samantha is a very good liar.” I keep saying this over and over again to myself as we stare at each other, she in malicious glee, and I in denial.

This time from Violet, she placed a hand on Samantha’s arm as she lowered her hand. “I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

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.

She looked up at once. In Baylich City—how could anyone possibly recognize her? The moment their eyes met, her breath caught. She was momentarily stunned. It was Matt—the guy she had spent a night with, doing nothing, the night Connor and his friends schemed to humiliate her. Samantha kept her composure. She lifted her gaze calmly. "Sorry, sir," she said flatly. "You must be mistaken. My name is Cammy. Cammy Bennett." Matt smiled. There was something chilling in the way he did it, like a shadow out of the underworld.

“Samantha, right?” Her voice cut through my thoughts. She wore a lovely smile as she walked toward me, confidence oozing from every step. I watched her from where I stood, provoked by her audacity. Standing right in front of me, she chuckled softly and stretched out her hand for a handshake. “I’m Valeria. And we can coexist, if you’re wise enough.” My eyes dropped briefly to her outstretched hand, then lifted back to her face. “No, thank you,” I said calmly. “I’m not interested in the handshake.”

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.

“Oh, we don’t know who yet, but it’s definitely going to be a rich man’s daughter, right Bettie?” “Of course. That’s what always happens in the end. The rich marry the rich, and they get richer.” “I… I need to go.” “Already? I thought you might want to chill with us for a while,” Leah said, her tone disappointed. “Sorry, I have work to do.” Samantha forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and exited the kitchen, forgetting the tea she came for. Back in her office, Samantha searched her handbag for her phone. Seeing no calls or message notifications, she let out a sigh of relief. She tossed her phone aside, opened her MacBook, and saw the trending topic on her browser.

Samantha " Tell me, Samantha, do you want it?” Maximo asks. I laugh nervously, “ No,” My voice is shaky. “ Oh come on,” That tattooed arm leaves my thigh and caresses my cheek softly. Maximo pouts and he looks so fucking cute. For a moment I forget who he really is, a whole fucking sadistic dragon. I shake my head, I can't trust my words at the moment, there is a high possibility they will betray me.