Samantha Vera Novels & Stories

Samantha is a beautiful 24-year-old woman, with long blonde hair that cascades down her back in loose waves. Her piercing blue eyes sparkle with mischief, reflecting the sunlight that streams through her apartment windows. She stands at 5'6', with a toned and tanned body that is the result of her love for fitness and yoga.

He laughed when he realized what he did and now sat in a chair. "Actually, Ms... wait, what's your last name again? I didn't ask for it the whole time we've been together for a week." I rolled my eyes at how he simply made me laugh. "It's Samantha Samina Samuel," I said and leaned my hand on him for a handshake. "Wow, SSS?!" I just withdrew my hand and pretended to hit him, which made him laugh. "Kidding aside, Ms. Samuel, by the way, what a long, nice name," he complimented.

Her amber eyes shone through the mist of rain, even as she bit her bottom lip with rabbit-like front teeth. “I wanted more information about Veronica’s death, so I called the station,” she began. “I used Callie’s alias – Trainee Detective Constable Samantha Woods, reporting for duty,” she joked. There were a couple of tense smiles, and I shot her a quick thumbs-up, unsure of how else to encourage her. Internally I winced at the gesture, embarrassed, but her quick, grateful smile made it worthwhile. Sierra then wobbled, her boots sliding in the mud, but she managed to steady herself against what was once a stone wall.

Samantha said, feigning concern. Serena sneered, remaining seated in her wheelchair without moving. "Sis, since your husband is not back from overseas, I'll just stay here tonight," Samantha declared greedily, her eyes revealing a touch of avarice as she shamelessly touched the items on the display shelf. The layout of the villa was luxurious in every aspect, unmatched in all of Hustleburg. Samantha planned to take pictures and share them on her social media to make others envy her. She had already taken out her phone and was snapping pictures everywhere.

Ryker broke down on the floor as he watched Sasha standing behind Samantha with a smirk plastered on her lips. Mrs Clyde gulped, watching the men pave way for Samantha and Ryan. They both took their stand before her gallantly. “Checkmate?” Samantha smirked, shooting her a baleful glance. Mrs Clyde didn't respond as she felt the weight of Ryker's arms pulling her. He was sitting on the floor weeping heavily with his hand holding his mother tightly. “I am Samantha Hamilton, sister of Vanessa, the young innocent woman murdered by you and your son!” Samantha shot. “Argh!!” The people gasped.

I knew that her presence did not make sense, but this was the last thing that I would have put in my mind. “What the hell did you just say?” I asked, voice sharp and disbelieving. “She was standing over Sienna’s mother’s grave,” Ethan added. “And she called her Mom. Damon, she said it so clearly, so naturally… like it wasn’t even a secret to her. It was as if she knew everything that we are oblivious of. She came and this is not the first time that she's been here. She's been visiting more. She's just been doing it in the shadows, hiding.”

Tricia laughed mockingly, and her expression became grim instantly. “You know, you've got the nerves to show that doomed face of yours here.” Samantha said, her tone filled with disgust as she stared at Veronica. “I mean, the effrontery to actually walk in here confidently like a bonafide pack member.” Tricia chipped in. “Maybe she is here to kill someone else. Who knows?” Samantha added, shrugging, her eyes burning with anger. “What?! No!” Veronica expressed her complete shock. “That's not why I'm here.”

Samantha ominously smirked amidst the continued clamor of confusion among the media. "Yes, a Wright. Oh, I forgot to mention it. Anyway, she's Doctor Abigail Marie Sandoval-Wright. My dear brave Lucy's wife. My favorite nephew. But please don't tell the others that CEO Lucas Alexander is my favorite" With an index on her lips, she comically whispered in the microphone. "We will pretend we didn't hear that again Aunt Sam" Lissie giggles while the rest shakes their heads in amusement. "Yes, Lissie doll, it's a secret you must not know" Samantha casually responded.

I didn a group call and Thomas, Houghton and Jake picked up. "What's up," Jake said speaking first through the phone connection. "Good news everyone," I said excitedly. "What's the matter," Thomas said enquiring curiously trying to know what's exactly the news is all about. "Well, I got the identity of the second lady and her name and address and everything she is Samantha Peters and I am just going to her address to see her now," I said. "Wow, that's good," Thomas said. "Nice work, Veronica," Houghton said. "Wow, Veronica am so glad, we are so close," Jake said.

Samantha replied him "Are you okay?" Aaron asked her while pattering his hand on her back. "I’m not okay, I can't breathe." Fake tears escape from her eyes. "Enough of your drama! "Tell the truth to everyone; you're not the real Lyra Salvatore." Samantha yelled in anger. "What are you saying? I’m only Lyra Salvatore, sister." "I will really kill you; if you won't speak the truth." Samantha grabs her neck for the umpteenth time.