Sammy Lawrence Human Novels & Stories

Her pink lips curl into a cheerful smile. I smile back slightly, sharing her excitement. Then my eyes move to the man walking in front of them. He walks down the grass path like a god. I suck in a deep breath and step back slightly, bumping into Lawrence. He’s huge—at least 6’4”. His hair is dark as night, his skin lightly tanned. His golden eyes scan the area like he’s searching for something. His sharp jawline is covered in short dark stubble. His lips are pressed into a hard line, and his brows are furrowed.

And she should’ve noticed it sooner since they display a different expression in their faces that made them distinguishable. While Manuel always has a poker face, this man has the most expressive look. “I left him with Lawrence.” Samuel answered as he slid his one hand in his pocket. Hearing his response, poked the veins in her forehead as her eyes sharpened at him. Needless to say, this guy, Samuel, was the one who was dragging her out and put her into unconscious state!