Samantha Vera Novels & Stories

I know she is probably just passing through, but I am not about to let her leave now that I have her. A realization hits me, and I feel like a total idiot. Here I am having a full conversation about marking her and I don’t even know her name. “What’s your name?” I ask her. “Oh, awkward” She sings as she pulls away from me. Her cheeks blushing. “No, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just realize I didn’t know it” I tell her grabbing her tiny waist pulling her back close to me. “Hannah”, she says cocking her head to the side, and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Hannah,” I say pulling my hand from behind her back to shake her hand, “I’m Gabriel, but you can call me Babe, I mean Gabe”. She

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Samantha said shrugging something from her mind. "Alright I'll see you tomorrow." "Yeah you too." Samantha said "Who was that?" Alexander asked. "A friend. She's actually back home." "I see, where did she go?" Alexander asked "She traveled to Los Angeles for an endorsement." "What is she an actress?" Alexander asked. "She's a model actually." Samantha replied. "So you want to hang out with her?" Alexander asked. "I'm just having lunch with her nothing more." Samantha replied. Alexander somehow had a bad feeling about her outing tomorrow but what could he say? She wasn't his prisoner.

they say. I wrap my arms around them, feeling Samson begin to purr at them as an overwhelming warmth flows through me. I look up and see Alpha Rik chuckling at me. “I did warn you.” He wasn't exaggerating. I feel an incredible urge to give these girls anything and everything they want. “Oh, you must be Alpha Kieran! Girls did you introduce yourselves?” an adult Holstin woman says, walking up. “I’m Kayleigh,” the first one says. “And I’m Sasha,” the second one says.

Samantha was upset when Claude asked her to call Veronica. Long story short, Veronica was a w*ore. She is a real Femme Fatal with beautiful morphology and attractive blond hair. Sometimes Claude called her to serve him in bed. She was not a woman who did it for money. On the contrary, Veronica is the opposite of poor. Veronica sleeps with men who only interest her. She did it for merely pleasure, and to feel desired: - Are you sure, master? Asked Samantha. Maybe this is not what you truly need. Claude hated being questioned. But, he never hated it when Samantha approached him gently to allow him to open up. Claude needed to open up to someone. Else, he would explode or come back to be the co

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

Samantha's POV "Her name is Vera Sousa," Isaac said. "She's flown in. She's waiting in the upstairs room. She's coached three Olympic pairs. Two of them medaled." Samantha looked at Cole. "Did you pick her?" "I helped," Cole said. "She was my first call." Anthony turned around. He looked at Cole for a long moment. Something moved across his face, something that didn't have a clean name. Then he crossed the space between them and put his arms around Cole once, firmly, the way men hug when they don't want to make it into anything.

she said, pulling up a stunning black dress with a daring cutout. Samantha's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but smile. “That's the one,” she said, and Linda cheered. It was finally happening. She had always known Samantha to be a reserved lady, who minded her business and hated stepping on others toes. Even at that, she was business minded and after Samantha left, she was a bit scared that the company would go downhill because all hope seemed lost since Estella was a drug addict, and it seemed she was the only person left.

she said, facing the cellphone she was holding. Andrew nodded. "Social media?" he said as he predicted what his sister was obviously planning to do. "I've tried already. I did not see any traces about her,” added the young man. Samantha shrugged her shoulders, unconvinced. “It is impossible for her not to have a F******k account. Come on, what's her surname?” Samantha insisted. "Montes, Lana Montes," he said after consuming the wine in his glass. "There are a lot," said Samantha. "Which one is she?" she asked, showing him the cellphone.

“Where is Samantha?!” Lady Verena, ever the picture of calm poise, was seated in the lounge with a porcelain cup of tea in her hands, sipping slowly. She looked up at her fuming mate with a gentle expression. “She’s left.” “Left? What do you mean ‘left’? Without my permission?!” Verena set the cup down with a quiet clink, folding her hands on her lap. “She’s gone to stay with her aunt… in the eastern side of the pack.”