Samantha Vera Novels & Stories

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.

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 reply. For the first time in a while, Luna Jasmine speaks to her husband, “We have to try Sam; if we can bring her back, we have to try,” she says softly. “I know Jaz, but I don’t want my sister hurt either,” he replies. Drake jumps in, “I promise, if I am not her mate, I will leave peacefully. I just know I can’t go through my life not knowing,” he says almost sounding helpless.

She responds, her voice dropping in tempo. Cainan nod, he can certainly use a ‘try’, with that he opens the door and there stands Samantha. In a red mini gown and what looked to be a six-inch Lita heel because she was never this tall. Samantha is one of the prettiest girls Cainan has ever met, with dark skin, brown eyes, full red lips and an impressive body, but there’s an ugly side to her and Cainan always tries as much as possible to avoid it. Her face has enough makeup to make her look like an angel and Cainan almost burst out laughing at the thought, but he knew that would only end up with him getting punched in his face. “Hey?” He says, uncertain of what is appropriate to say.

Rhayghar gaped at her with perturbed eyes. Vera punched him, drawing blood. She punched him again as her heart raged in her chest. "You monster. How dare you play with my feelings... And with Sam's life?!" Vera started scratching his face with her nails. Rhayghar caught her wrist and pushed her off his body, "What the hell is wrong with you, Vera? Why are you acting this way? What did I do?" "You're so filthy." Vera sneered as tears trickled out of her eyes. "You are Sam's father. The man I've been looking for. Asshóle, you killed his mother, your wife! You knew everything about the Flesh Trade and still pretended to know nothing."