Samantha Warren Novels & Stories

It seemed a bad sign, Samantha requesting this meeting, especially when she’d indicated that she didn’t want him to bring Landon. The door opened and Samantha shuffled in. She wasn’t handcuffed or shackled, but the neon orange jumpsuit dwarfed her. No doubt Samantha Johnston was a beautiful girl—Brandt still had a hard time thinking of her as a woman. She had milk pale skin and dark brown, almost black hair. But her eyes were the palest shade of blue he’d ever seen. Her eastern European heritage was evident in her facial bone structure. With her slight frame, she looked like a good, stiff wind would knock her over. Striking as she was, she just looked so damn…young. Samantha slid into the ch

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.

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 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.

As if she would let him steal a story this good from her, as if she would let anyone steal a story from her ever. They began to count back down again and Samantha readjusted her blazer and her face ready to address the masses. Their show might be small, but it had quite a large viewership. "Welcome back," she announced as the camera clicked back on. "Samantha Waters here, filling you in on the drama of Caledon and Eleanor. Before the break, we were discussing the question of whether or not we should be calling Ms. Eleanor a Mrs." Samantha changed her face to a more serious look so that they would understand the reality.

TWO DAYS LATER "Hey, you! Come here!" A really arrogant girl in her early twenty called Elijah who was standing almost ten steps away from her, beside her oldie grandmother's luxurious car. She is Samantha Watson, another hire of the Watson family. She is young and beautiful but most of the beauty is artificial on her face as starting from the eyelashes to her teeth, they are all fake. From the look of her, it looks like she had done her lip and nose job quite a few times at this age. She was wearing a tight short dress while her dyed blonde hair was left open. She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot

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.

Eve took my hand, "I don’t have any real friends here, but I do know the omegas pretty well. I know who to trust and who not to trust. There is one young woman, Samantha, around your age. She can take you shopping. I send her out on errands on my behalf sometimes. I’ll make a list, and then I’ll decorate the room on whatever night you prefer." Eve and I ate breakfast together until this young woman popped into the room. She looked to be around twenty, and she was wearing an outfit I had seen some other omegas in. Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and she seemed nervous. It surprised me how little omega I had seen around the packhouse. Eve had shown me how many rooms there were on her si

Samantha was panic-stricken and hastily stepped forward to explain, “Hello, Mr. Samuel. I have an appointment with Ms. Mandy.” Samuel looked at Samantha and said, “Ms. Mandy?” Then, he sniggered. “What nonsense are you talking about? There’s only one Ms. Mandy in Swallowston Bank and she’s the president. She’s one of the top twenty richest people in Swallowston. Why would the president have an appointment with you?” Samuel stared at Samantha with a malicious expression. “You don’t even know how to boast. Who do you think you are to get an appointment with the president?”

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.