Samantha Vera Novels & Stories

Katherine said. Samantha quickly got her laptop and hacked into the data base of the military, Samantha is an anonymous white hat hacker who is popularly known in many underground websites. Her hacking skills were beyound the ordinary yet she appear to be a simple and ordinary. She extracted Alessio's number and immediately called him. At once, Alessio answered the call. "Lieutenant General Alessio," she addressed him. Alessio felt like the voice was familiar so he spoke, "this is..."

Samantha! Samantha walked graciously towards them; her body graced in a long-sleeved short black glitz-embodied dress. Her hair was held up loosely revealing her tiny emerald earrings as she held her purse to herself. She approached Elena, leaning in to give a hug. “she smelled like an erotic rose garden”. Elena thought to herself. “hey you, nice to see you. Sorry I’m late, you know I like to make an entrance” Samantha said “you look stunning Sammie” Elena heard herself say

It surprised me when Jeremy mentioned he was a werewolf, but it didn’t surprise me at all with Samantha. I felt a strange connection to her, and although I couldn’t feel my wolf Asta right now, I could sense that Samantha would be a strong werewolf when she received her wolf. That also worried me, because what if Samantha noticed I was like her, but didn’t have a wolf? Suddenly nervous, I made my way toward the back of the room to sit at the desk beside Samantha. “Hi! As you know, my name is Samantha Mora, but my friends and family call me Sammy. I am seventeen, and I heard all about you! I already knew we would become friends!” Sammy’s enthusiasm startled me, and I nearly missed the chair w

She made sure to sit a good number of seats away from Theresa to show her displeasure. They had been gossiping about celebrities when Sydney joined in and they diverged wickedly to failed marriages. "I wouldn't blame your husband, though, " Veronica hid her disdainful smirk behind the mug of coffee she had in her mouth. "Samantha is one fine speck of a woman." Samantha, who sat next to Theresa, gritted her teeth and forced a fake smile. " You should learn to shut your windows when committing adultery sweetie." Sandra, who was sipping Chinese tea, choked at Samantha's words, causing her to disgorge the tea on Sydney, who sat next to her.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

He turned to the General and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt this gathering, but it's getting late. I'm here to fetch my wife." Looking at Samantha, Ethan pointed to his watch and ordered, "Sam, let's go home. It's getting late." "Ah! Yes, honey. A moment please while I clarify the misunderstanding," said Samantha while raising her finger. "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" Ethan probed, glaring at the obvious culprit and raising his brow. "Miss Lopez, I think Miss Davis here has mistaken me for someone else." Samantha glanced at Annie with a smile before resuming, "Isn't that right? I would not be that shameful, soiled woman. After all, I am... Samantha Wright."

the secretary explains. "It turns out that she's a 17 years old girl. I also heard that she was recruited by a company that Damian owned as an intern but I don't think that's the case" the secretary added. Mr. Ivote smiled at what the secretary had said. "17, you say? My, that's quite young. I didn't know Mr. Castillo had that kind of standards" he said with a cold smile as he stared at the picture of Amelia. "Where is the spy that I sent?" Mr. Ivote asked and puts down the document on his desk.

SAMANTHA The door swung open before I knocked the second time. Macey stood there in leggings and a cropped hoodie, hair piled on top of her head in that messy, effortless way that made her look like she lived on P*******t. She barely blinked before smirking. “Girl, my brother refused to let you go without imprinting himself on you. You reek of sex.” Heat crept up my neck and flushed my cheeks. “Hi, Mace.” She leaned on the doorframe like she was hosting a talk show. “Hi, Sam. You wanna come in? Or just stand there marinated in whatever testosterone-laced cologne situation you’ve got going on?”

"But no. It's Veronicas, she-" "Veronica?" He questions. "Sorry, I meant to say Nammy. Veronica is the code name Keith and I made for her, you know in case someone's listening. We don't want her getting hurt." I explain quickly. "But yeah, Nammy wrote that. She's incredible, you should hear her sing, her voice is so beautiful." "Oh," He pauses. I know that tone, I know where he's going. "So, is Keith your brother?"