Samara Morgan Novels & Stories

Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details. “The last note, it wasn’t directed to you, it was directed to Jake? Are you guys involved in any way?” He asked and I pursed my lips but decided to answer it before Jake can. “No, now we are not. I broke up with him but he is not leaving or ready to accept that fact. Talk about being stuck up, right? Can you help me replace my bodyguard?” I ask Samuel. “No I can’t.” “Then I’d like to speak to your superior.” I say but he just smiles at Jake.

Neah’s voice echoes around the dungeon Samara is on her feet, her lips part and her grey eyes frantically dart about as she tries to figure out what is happening to her and how she has no control over what she is doing. I smile as Neah asks Samara for her name. She held so much power and yet she doesn’t flaunt it like so many others would. “Samara Clarkson.” She whispers through tears “But you can call me Sam or Sammie.” It was the exact same line she had given before. “You are a Lycan?” “I was. I was drugged and now…” “Who is Cooper?” Neah presses, cutting Samara off before she has a chance to finish.

Everything looks normal again, except the aura she reeks off, that is still screaming with the desire to kill. Under her glowing red eyes, it gives him vague images to visualize their surroundings. Strangely, Morgan finds himself feeling awkward with her indescribable way of watching him. He gulps, wanting to say something, but unable to find his voice. Worse, he is reluctant to speak with her. "Go back with me." Samantha invites him which issues a chill down his spine, and then says nothing else. Without dragging him back, she takes a step, ending up dropping limply on her knees before his eyes, and coughs out blood.

he preached to her. Taking a moment to suppress the threatening smile, Anastacia glanced at Samara, who did not hear her brother's sentiments due to engrossment in watching the wedding program. Samara, in her silky purple plunging neckline long dress, is not to be mistaken for fourteen years old. She has a good posture for her height of 5 feet 5 inches and slender frame. She also has golden-tanned skin, which ladies with pale complexions envy. “You are too overprotective, Kuya. You aren’t like that with us, are you?” a goofy smile flashed on Anastacia's lips as Jasson's forehead furrowed even more; she even caught him, avoiding her gaze.

Martha gave Ashton a sly smile. "Babe, you want to take down Roxy's Summit Media, right? Well, the woman in there is Samantha Andler, a rising star who's already an award-winning actress. She just came back after filming wrapped up for one of her projects, so I invited her over to my place tonight. "Do you know that Samantha alone brings in 30% of Summit Media's revenue? If you can poach her to Evermore Media, Summit Media would basically fall apart!"

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Lights. Camera. Red blinking dot. “...And we are live.” I swallowed, tightening my grip on the champagne-toned armrest of the velvety couch. This studio was colder than expected, even though Sasha Grey's presence made it feel like a furnace. Not because she was warm—far from it—but because she burned holes in you with her questions. "With us today is the beautiful, fierce, and newly crowned number three on the list of top female billionaires in New York—Seirra Morgan," Sasha said smoothly, her lips curving like she already knew what buttons to press.

At that moment, Adam knew he was on his own—he’d have to pray they didn’t catch him in the lobby. While Adam fought for his life in the apartment, across town Samantha Navarro was dealing with a situation that wasn’t life-threatening, but deeply humiliating. Samantha, twenty-eight, worked the front desk at a five-star hotel in Seattle. Daughter of a Mexican mother and an American father, she’d inherited her dad’s five-foot-seven frame and her mom’s striking Latin beauty and curves that turned heads wherever she went.

I could feel the confusion and the shock radiating from the pack members on the floor. I knew that if I agreed to his title, the image I had worked so hard to build would vanish. They would think I was just another woman being carried along by a powerful pack’s strength. They would think I had come back just to marry the man who had discarded me. "I am Luna Lyra," I said, my voice getting stronger with every word. "I am a rogue. I am an omega. And that is what I will always be." I stepped over Marrek’s head and walked toward the edge of the dais.

She never changed. “Young Miss,” she greeted as she approached me. “Sam,” I replied, giving her a small nod of acknowledgment. “I told you not to call me that.” Samantha Qin. She was the daughter of Emberfang’s Beta. We had grown up together, trained in different ways and have chosen different paths. While others chased strength, Sam had chased structure. She studied business. She worked within the company. She understood systems, supply chains, records, and leverage. Now, she’s the current VP of Citrine Court.

" Samantha asked with amusement in her eyes. Morgan just nodded, reaching out for another glass, and poured her a drink. It was unlikely that she was sharing her company instead of pestering him. After a short while, Morgan hurriedly rose from his feet to attend to his necessities and made his way to the restroom. A sly smile played on Samantha's lips as soon as she was alone. She had been waiting for this perfect time to come. She swiftly pulled out a vial from her pocket and poured its contents into Morgan's glass. As soon as Morgan returned, she offered it to him with a warm and gentle smile. "Here," she said sweetly, handling him a glass. 'Let's finish this so we can go to bed." She smil