Samantha Young Books Novels & Stories

Wasn't Samantha supposed to have been abducted by a thief? ***

Samantha and Jake had agreed to one rule: No more campus meetings or public meetings, Only at Joan’s place. But fate ignored their plans. That morning, Samantha and Naomi ran down the hall, laughing and their books in their hands. Just as they turned the corner, they collided head-on with Jake and his friend Clark. Samantha’s books flew from her hands, scattering across the floor. Everyone froze for a moment. Their eyes met. "Babe," they both said at the same time—half shock, half instinct.

Mina whispered, fear creeping into her voice as her back pressed against the wall. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with madness. She leaned closer, her breath cold against Mina’s cheek as she whispered darkly, “Today, I’m going to tell you a little of my secret… because by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to tell anyone.” She ended with an evil wink, her lips twisting into a grin that made Mina’s entire body tremble." I killed the late Luna, and then sold her child" Mina’s heart pounded violently as realization dawned — Samantha wasn’t just angry. She was dangerous.

She blurted out. My jaw dropped. I was shocked and confused. Now, I felt like confirming if Samantha was drunk. "I am Ivy Young and I am a school nerd. Have you forgotten, Sam?" I queried her. "I don't care if you're the school nerd. I just want to be close friends with you. You're the only one I told about my dating experience with Romeo. I can't tell my other friends because you're going to make fun of me. But, I told you. That should tell you that I trust you," She rambled.

What is clear, I want to get away from these two people. "Oh yeah, do you want to have lunch with me and Liza?" “Emm… today I'm on a diet. Sorry," I lied. “Pfftt… are you on a diet? It sounds very strange," sneered Alexi, who then went first to class. I had no intention of following her and letting her get away from me. After all, why go after a strange girl who mocks me? Wasting time. ** "Tam, want to go to the cafeteria?" asked Sandra who had stood up from her seat.

I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't. Halfway through the story, and I'm almost in tears. Almost. I can't even draw the line between what is true and what is not true. The story so far is about a girl who is suffering from depression and anxiety, who was bullied by both her parents and siblings. But I know Sam's mother would never hurt her; I have seen the way she looks at the woman with reverence. Plus, Samantha has no siblings, so this part is definitely fiction. She talked about music a lot in her book, and I'm just putting the pieces together to remember that Sam always carried her headphones around. I will have to force her into telling me about

“Imangi how many books would be enough for me before daddy returns for his holiday?” “Dozens…” Samantha answered with a sip from her juice. Nuella giggled, grabbing a book and leaning into Samantha. “There are so many nasty things here…. I can tell from the title.” Samantha spared her boyfriend a glance. He was engrossed on his phone and didnt notice. “Naughty you!” She remarked, giving Nuealla a side eye…. While both of them giggled. “I hope she finds the book,” Samantha said, referring to the book she had asked one of the attendants to help her get. “I hope so too,” Nuella said, picking a book from her cart.

Ughh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV

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“What else is in there?” Samantha smiled and looked back in it. “Hey Chris, wasn’t this yours?” She held up a book, it looked like a collection of horror stories. She opened it and looked at the first page. “Yep. Property of Jerk #1.” “Oh, yeah. I was a jerk... sorry about that.” Samantha shrugged. “Don’t be sorry, unless I owe you a butt whoopin!” She glared at him but I could feel the slight amusement in our bond. “Do I?” She glanced at Jake next who flinched and hid behind Violet now.