Samantha Vera Novels & Stories

he preached to her. Taking a moment to suppress the threatening smile, Anastacia glanced at Samara, who did not hear her brother's sentiments due to engrossment in watching the wedding program. Samara, in her silky purple plunging neckline long dress, is not to be mistaken for fourteen years old. She has a good posture for her height of 5 feet 5 inches and slender frame. She also has golden-tanned skin, which ladies with pale complexions envy. “You are too overprotective, Kuya. You aren’t like that with us, are you?” a goofy smile flashed on Anastacia's lips as Jasson's forehead furrowed even more; she even caught him, avoiding her gaze.

Fire flames settled in those thick blue orbs. For quite a long time, Veronica just watched on as Alicia whisper to Samson and the Samson she knew very well was even whispered back to her and this Alicia chuckled so she knew that he had just flattered her. Who would have thought so? Immediately she flared up. "Quit the chit chat Samson." She was upset leaving the trio quite flabbergasted. "... I proposed to you Samson. Remember what you said to me?" Vera asked and Samson just smirked dangerously.

Quickly, she picked up where smartphone and put a cross across Mr Welch, her manager. "Mr Welch. Yeah. It's me. Can you help me check for someone by the name Tristan Delaware? He's Italian. Yes. A model. I just saw him on the internet. Help me check for his records just to be sure. Okay. Will be waiting." Samantha said and cut the call, focused back on the heart racing pictures on her screen. "Wow. This is hot." Samantha mumbled. She got up from her hed, wore her flip-flops and traced her steps to Nelson's room.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Samantha changed into her house slippers and wordlessly entered her room. She lay down on her bed, feeling confused and disoriented even until now. She clearly loved Bryce but had somehow gotten intimate with Levi. It was too baffling. Samantha lay in the dark for some time before recalling the birth control pills. She then got up from her bed and took the pills as she shuffled downstairs to get some water. She was met with Quirina, who had just returned from her dinner party.

she whispered as she tries to restrain herself from crying. SAMANTHA can’t help herself not to dive into her thoughts and compare things. When her father—who’s a famous producer, introduced her to the crowd, no one dared to humiliate her or judge her because of her recent job. She knew that when a person got curious about anything, he or she will conduct research—and no one dared to publish or any terms of shaming others when she was known as Samantha Johansson by many.

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.”

Stanley whispered back Just then a lady walked in, she was the exact replica of Amber, oval shaped face, blue eyes, but dressing differs, she wore a baggy shorts and a crazy Jean jacket top, her hair was packed in a crazy bun, she walked with a attitude and sat facing Amber as she said “what’s up sis, why the sudden urge to see me" no greeting, no how are you doing “Good to see you too sis" Amber said in a mocking voice “Guess am only good to see when you’re in trouble and you need me to bail you out” Ann rolled her eyes at Amber and said “well, am here, start talking” Todd studied Ann and realised there was a difference between Ann and Amber, Amber has a mole at the right corner of her mout

I told my friend. He just nodded and walked towards his bathroom, wiping away at his eyes. I shook my head as I pulled out my phone. I was going to hate myself for this. I found the person I was looking for and tapped their number. I lifted my phone to my ear and sighed, as my mate was glaring at me. I barred my teeth at him with a growl. "Hello?" A familiar voice asked. "This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos."