Samara Morgan Novels & Stories

Instead she slid one document across the table. The chairman picked it up. His eyebrows rose slowly. “Good lord…” Marcus leaned forward. “What?” The chairman turned the document toward the other directors. “It’s real.” Marcus stood up instantly. “That’s impossible.” But Samantha continued calmly. “Edward Blackwell created a private holding trust thirty years ago.” She pointed to a signature on the document. “And according to these records…” Her eyes moved toward the screen where Lila stood. “…the secondary beneficiary of that trust is Lila Morgan.”

“Samantha updated us on everything on the drive here.” Samantha shrugs, throwing a wink to me. “A billionaire boyfriend at that,” her mother smiles, before leaving Arya and coming over to me. “We’re Arya’s family and thank you for doing all these. I’m Alice Morris, working as a business woman and that old man over there is Hugo Morris, he’s my business partner and long time husband. And these are our children, Samantha who’s a doctor, and Collins, who’s still in university and of course, our darling Arya whom you are already dating.”

Her brows were knitted in annoyance as she waited for my words. "I-In Manila..." I whispered. "We were best friends, Kelly. Y-Your father is Mr. Petrakis, right? He is a scientist." Her brows furrowed even more, if that is even possible. "I am sorry, Miss. I have never even been to Manila. All my life, I have been living here. Manila is so far. You must be wrong. And Kelly is not my mine. I am Samara." Her voice was serious, making my heart pounded so fast.

The room goes silent and everyone focuses on him, “It's astonishing to have all of you here, it means you're willing to fight for your leader and we appreciate it. As you know, we're going to war tomorrow and, as such, we should be prepared, you might have been brief about what to expect, but Ashanti is going to give you guys detailed information” I walk forward and pay attention to the men and strong woman in the room, these are people willing to fight for reasons they don't even know, and I appreciate the loyalty. We're almost forty if I'm not mistaken. I look around and watch as they look at me with eager eyes, Caleb gives me a nod and I smile, “Some of you may know me, others don't, but

When she reached the floor, he didn't remove his hands from her sides but studied her eyes and when she licked her lips, he leaned in---- The bell tinkled above the door, and they froze, their facial expressions one of a 'deer caught in the headlights.' Sam and Elliott, both with big smiles, stepped inside and halted. "Everything okay, Morgan," Elliott asked, while he took Sam's coat and hung it up. "Of course," Morgan said, her voice breathless. "Bernie, let me introduce you to the fantastic photographer, my sister, Samantha, the fantastic photographer. Sam, Bernard Holland. He manages a gallery in New York City. He heard about your great work and wanted to check it out," Bernie and Sam sho

Alex said, emphasizing the title and he chuckled when fire flashed in his friend's blue depths. Let Damien wonder what he was going to do in Ariel's room. Let Damien think about it all day long. Maybe it would get him to admit that he was a jealous territorial bastard when it came to the maid he so claimed he hated. Alex laughed at the thought. It would be a sight to see. Elle would most certainly lose her mind. "Beta Alex," a bright-eyed maid greeted, smiling and glancing at Alex underneath long, dark lashes. "Samantha," Alex gave a curt nod before continuing.

“I knew I'd find you here, Samantha. “ Morgan glared at the woman, as if she were looking at the plague. “ As I'd guessed, you don't seem to have taken seriously my warning to stay away from Charlie and all that concerns her. “Oh, you came to play the knight in silver armor and save your sweet little wife? “ Samantha sneered, with a venomous smile “ I'm sorry to disappoint you, Morgan, but everything you do will be useless. This property has since been formally sold and is now all mine! “ she assured, victorious. “Uh... Actually, Ms. Manson... " the gentleman who was next to Morgan took the floor, clearly nervous " Allow me to clear up this little confusion. I'm Daniel O'Brien, the bank mana

I still felt the lingering, humiliating sting of my lose of erection with Ruby last night, and it was driving my inner wolf completely mad. I took my anger out on the poor girl, I couldn’t stomach the embarrassment. I took a step back, lit a cigarette, and blew a puff stream of smoke directly at Samirah’s pinned image. She was looking straight into the camera, her dreamy eyes calm, sophisticated, and inviting, almost like she was staring back at me. Fuck she was driving me nuts yet held me spell bound.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

RAFAEL ~ Something wasn't right with Sam. Three weeks after our rain-soaked camping trip, I still couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. Little things that most people wouldn't notice, but after nearly ten years of friendship, I noticed everything about Samantha Ellis. Like how she'd cancel plans at the last minute with vague excuses about 'not feeling well' or 'family stuff' Or how she'd sometimes disappear mid-conversation to take calls in private. Or the way May watched her constantly with that worried crease between her eyebrows.