Sammy Lawrence Novels & Stories

Fearing that it was Marina, I picked up with trembling hands. “Ella Morgan speaking.” “Good morning, Miss Morgan,” a deep voice greeted me on the other end. “This is Samuel Lawrence. I believe you’re handling Mr. Logan Barrett’s case.” My heart skipped a beat. Samuel Lawrence was the lawyer working for the business owner who was suing Logan. “Yes, Mr. Lawrence,” I replied, maintaining my composure. “How can I help you?” Mr. Lawrence continued to prattle on about his client’s requests; everything from an enormous sum of money to a public confession.

Tiffany walks in too, and she’s holding hands with this extremely handsome man. I walk straight over. “Who is this?” “Hey, Carmen girl,” Tiffany smiles. “This is my boo Lawrence. You know, the one from Iowa.” “Oh! Hey, boo Lawrence. I’m Carmen, and this is my boo, Stephen. Boo Stephen, this is Lawrence.” Everybody busts out laughing.

In that moment, all Justin wanted was to confront the man and punch him for attempting to take advantage of the seemingly innocent lady. An awkward silence ensued as everyone exchanged glances. Feeling compelled to break the tension, Lawrence cleared his throat and introduced himself, "Hello, Mr. Justin, I'm Lawrence Bryce from Amarex International Limited." He extended his hand for a handshake, but Justin simply stared at the outstretched hand, refusing to shake it, and lifted his head, glaring at Lawrence.

The girl just sat down, her mind filled with questions at the visible signs of something she didn't want to happen and acknowledge especially at this crucial time. “Claire, our youngest Ephraim always mentions you to us, I am Atty. Simone Marquez. I am the brother of your lawyer. He can't help you anymore, I'm sorry but he just died yesterday after being shot by his colleague on the UP student council while he was still in college. ” The girl was speechless. She did not know how she should react to the bad news brought by his brother. What about his brother? She knew there were many questions that the deceased lawyer's brother would never be able to answer. “Don't worry, I'll help you get ou

Kade I cant sleep sammy is agitated i cant get her out of my mind i just wanna go to her and be with her shes barely got a few words out before we were inturrupted but god is her voice so beautiful f*ck this `KNOCK` KNOCK wyatt opens the door just in his shorts `whats going on he says are you okay man` wyatt says `yeah im fine are you up to go walk around` i say `yeah sure whatever you need man`

I said grinning “Oh, what’s his name?” "Heath Lawrence.. He’s tall, handsome, manly” I described him, daydreaming Sam laughed ”Alright Lil’s take it easy... so when is he taking you out then?” "I don’t know yet, we haven’t decided“. “Well, when you do go out with him, just be safe, don’t be naïve, be careful and be safe” I rolled my eyes “Sam I know... I have been on dates you know”

“That is not comforting.” “Jayden, listen.” She stepped closer and touched my arm lightly. “You didn’t slap a prince. You slapped Sammy.” “What difference does that make?” “A huge one,” she said. “Sammy isn’t normal. He isn’t like the rest of them. He’s… intense. He doesn’t let people near him. He doesn’t let anyone touch him. He doesn’t talk to anyone. He doesn’t claim friendships. He barely tolerates his own council. Wolves bow when he walks past. Teachers don’t look him in the eye. He scares people.”

Ugh, why the fuck am I so jealous? Mark grabs my arms and leads me out of the building. "Well, it was lovely meeting your friends. And look, even your friend Robbie has a new girlfriend. That's quite a relief to me if I am being honest with you, Sammy," Mark says as he puts some gum into his mouth and starts chomping. Mark is the only person who calls me Sammy. It sets him apart from my friend group, along with his British accent. Both drive me crazy, and both are powerful.

I also lifted my chin and looked him in the eye. Samuel leaned back in his seat with his lips twitched a bit. “I will not take second thoughts anymore. I want you to leave my son Lawrence,” he said with complete authority. His words cut through my heart. I quickly felt the ring on my finger and did not show hurt at what he said. “You know Lawrence; he’s young, wild, and lively. Let’s just say that he is not that serious when it comes to a relationship. Of course, he has many more women to meet than you.”

Mary Jane was very familiar with kicking a person while they were down—she was relentless. Reality proved that she had made it. Three mornings later, she had pressed Sammy-Blue Inc. and rubbed it on the floor by using a hefty 10 billion dollars. The call Javier received was the best evidence. “Hello, Mr. Kersey? Oh, it’s me, Samuel Lambert from Sammy-Blue Inc. Sammy with the glasses. Have you forgotten?” His tone was polite and his attitude genial. The man was even calling himself Sammy while talking to Javier despite being in his thirties and older than him.