Samara Morgan Novels & Stories

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

Even with her shamelessness, the woman acted like a bitch at the club Morgan went to just to relieve his fatigue. She climbed onto his lap, wearing only her underwear. But Morgan did not want her and even chased her away. Now, Morgan's gaze was fixed on the woman who disgusted him. Both Sasha and Scarlet are equally disgusting! "Sasha Barlowe," Morgan smiled at the sight of her. It was a smile that was both sweet and frightening at the same time. The look in her eyes right now is already signalling a big threat. He casually picked up his mobile phone and dialled Jonathan.

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho

He introduced himself. The only thing my head could process was that he was a scammer and might want to do something bad to me. But seeing how he approached me, I decided to give him a listening ear. "And what about you?" He asked. "I'm Amara, my parents are dead and I am tired," I explained while he stared at me pitifully. "I'm sorry to hear that," "It's fine, I've gotten over it. What brought you to this country anyway?" I asked.

She was hoping Samantha would say yes. “This might be a good opportunity for me.” Morgana said to herself excitedly. Samantha was still thinking what to say to Morgana, she was thinking if it’s right to let a third party into their issues. “No. We are good, I just want to tell him some thing important.” Sam said to her. Morgana was angry and disappointed she was about to give Samantha a bad look but then she remembered samantha might notice it.

Samantha Morgan was a cursed being. ​“Look here, I… I was fired; that’s it. Can we move on now? It’s like you want me to start my periods again when they just ended,” I said in an irritated voice as I raised the beer bottle I had in my hand in the air, sizing up the remaining alcohol like a detective.

Morgana had a date with the mob boss she served in, and she doesn't like to meet with Daryl, the famous and feared Canino. Usually, these meetings end with her going after some target and getting blood on her hands. She let out a deep sigh, turning her back to the window. She grabbed her cell phone and a gun, leaving her apartment in the same minute. She sped her car through the busy streets of New York City, experiencing a fine drizzle. Before reaching the shed where the organization meets, Morgana bought two coffees. One for herself and the other for Daryl. She parked in front of the shed, going inside with the coffees in hand. Inside, everything was as it had always been. In fact, abandon

My curiosity for this delectable creature has been piqued by the big deal that the announcer has given to her. It is his next words that explain why the audience should be excited for the lovely Samara Smith. It isn’t often that a woman stays a virgin for as long as she has. The blood that is flowing through that woman’s veins will be a delectable treat for anyone that wins her. She is quite the prize indeed for these low level scum.

☆Daniel☆ Samira had transformed into an entirely different woman, having developed a captivating allure that was matched only by her newfound directness in speech and self defense. The Samira I once knew was shy and introspective, rarely speaking up and often lost in her own thoughts. But now, in front of my screen was a woman beaming with confidence, not only acknowledging her past mistakes but also commanding the spotlight. For the first time, I witnessed Nick struggling to maintain control as a host.