Samantha Young Books Novels & Stories

He was taken aback by her readiness to agree, despite the air of arrogance in her tone. Though Agatha and Samantha are identical in appearance from every angle, their voices distinguish them. Samantha's voice is deep and husky, while Agatha's is higher-pitched and sounds more approachable. "However," Samantha continued, drawing nearer to them, "if you promise me one thing, I might consider seeking answers from the familiar I know." "What do you mean by familiars?!" Agatha finally interjected. "Just how much do you truly know?!" Samantha turned to her. "Everything," she murmured. "Or at least everything contained within that book."

” Samantha fearlessly decided to take on this mission alone, since she was 15. “Listen, can we go back to the laboratory before our shifts turn? We might find out something we missed. I’m not sure, but I still have this gut feeling that something is not right.” Without waiting for Bryan’s approval, Samantha turned her back and brought the inventory papers to the lab.

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

“In Italy somewhere. She’s taking this summer to see the old continent.” “Sam, love, how is it going with school? Will everything be ready before September?” Elizabeth wanted to know. Samantha was knees deep in work since she decided to open a school that will mainly be there for the students of her pack, but other supernatural kids, as well as the human ones, will be welcome too. “I hope so. How’s your book going? Any progress?” “Nooo,” Elizabeth groaned. “Too many distractions. But I’m not in a hurry.”

Samantha greeted, lifting up two of her fingers, the typical way of a sassy trendy girl. To Alex, five years was a short period of time for anyone to transform this much. Samantha was 18 years old when he last saw her. It was the day she left for England for college. Then she was thinner, a little bit shorter and absolutely chestless. But now! What's with this massive fruit she's bearing on her chest? His little Samantha had bloomed into a woman-and he wasn't ready for it.

Behind her stood a dozen Blight-Walkers, their claws clicking against the stone. "Thank you for finding the book for me, sister," Samantha said, her voice sounding like a thousand distorted whispers. "I couldn't touch it while it was under the hearth. The 'Mother's Protection' was too strong. But now that it's in your hands... it’s fair game." Samantha raised a hand, and the shadows in the room turned into physical lashes, wrapping around Audrey’s ankles and pulling her toward the dark. "Terren," Samantha said, looking at her father with utter disgust. "Finish your purpose."

Fin says, looking around for Samantha? "She left, Fin. She was so freaked out. She called us animals...Dan, she thinks you killed her grandmother for her farmland. She also thinks we tricked her into coming to Wyoming. When she left, she was panicked to the point her dormant strength exposed itself. I d...I don't think she is gonna get over this," Lauren says while sounding sad and confident in her analysis of Samantha's emotions. "I will talk to her. I will explain everything," I say, and Fin grabs my shoulder as I start to head for the front door.

Samantha says, and I hear her place the diaries on the table before sitting down. "Everything is in here. I can make you copies if you wish. The horrors of Graham Layne live within these pages. My grandmother, my father, and I are innocent of the crimes done by the other Laynes. Please, I have no reason to dislike any shifter. No matter what form they take. I am truly sorry you lost a loved one. But I am innocent of the crime," Samantha says gently, and silence falls. I open my eyes and study the bears sitting across from us. They seemed shocked. Especially the sisters. After a few stressful seconds, Kendall stands. Her eyes are focused on Samantha and Daniel tenses.

Samantha, the finest assassin of our pack chuckled. ** Note To The Readers- You can check out Samantha’s story in “My Assassin Mate” which is a bxg (boy loves girl) novel. You can read it if you are interested to know more for curiosity sake. However, not reading it will not disturb the flow of this story. So keep reading and enjoy ! **

Gabriel stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his home office, looking towards the Blood Moon warriors train in the courtyard below. The clang of steel and the crack of fists echoed faintly through the thick glass, but none of it reached him. His gaze wasn’t on the sparring soldiers. It was on the girl walking the perimeter of the packhouse garden—delicate, small in her navy blouse and black slacks, hair tied back, a folder tucked beneath her arm. Samantha.