Sammy Lawrence Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Samantha surprised him by saying. "Cool?" He repeated, tilting his head. "No...you look like an old man?" He said. Samantha scoffed, looking away. Her eyes met mine briefly, before turning back to Lawrence. "Baby boy, you look anything but old," she said. "And dare I say, it suits you. Not everyone can pull it off,"

The voice in her head rebuttles back, trying to get Sammy to make a decision. "I like Steve.. He's my favorite!" Sammy suddenly hears, this time from a slightly different toned voice, which she recalls must be the neon green creature. Before Sammy is able to fully comprehend the change in voices, she immediately hears yet another that she can recognize as the bright blue being from her flashback saying "I would choose Jimmy!.. but Samantha..You now have 45 seconds to make the correct decision!"

Sam spoke fast while still rocking on her heels like a toddler in kindergarten. "Your Dad?." Lance asked, surprised. This is Lance for you, always picking out one specific word from your statement to ask another question, typical!. Not gonna lie, it once use to piss me off but now I simply accepted it as part of his charm and what made him, him. "Detective Harvey Parker is my Dad, shocking as it may be, yeah, it's true." Sam replied with a quiet sigh. Lance blinked and then casted me a shocked glance.

"You already know, and yet you let me go on like a lunatic." "You’re not a lunatic," Zephyr replied. "You’re just happy, and happiness suits you, Samantha." I was about to reply, but my phone suddenly received another call from my lawyer. "Zephyr, Mr. Lawson is calling me," I said. "Maybe it’s about my upcoming hearing. Do you want me to put you on with Mr. Lawson?" Zephyr nodded. "Yes, I’d like to hear what he has to say." I answered the call. "Hello, Mr. Lawson. You’re also on the line with Mr. Lloyd."

Therefore, I pretend to be guarding that area. I can’t help but be delighted to finally hear Sammy babbling with different sounds again whenever he attempts to talk to anyone around him. And then,... He stares at me for a moment, before giggling, “Duh-ddy!” My heart stops cold at my chest when all heads turn in my direction. Subsequently, one of the maids chuckles, then the others follow suit. Even the bodyguards find that amusing, so I force myself to look amused too. “He’s not your daddy. Your daddy isn’t with us anymore, but he’ll always guide you even if you don't see him,” Elmyra says as she pecks a kiss on Sammy’s cheek.

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.”

Boss says. ****** 1 hour ago: "Daddy, you already said yes when we asked you! You even promised! You can't take back your promise!" Sammy protested. If you ask who Sammy is, she is a daughter of Jace and Jon and is 3 years old. She and Sam are twins, and their favorite uncle is none other than Alex. "When did I agree to that? I don't recall agreeing to my 3-year-old daughter wearing makeup, Sammy." Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing—was he actually in the middle of an argument with his 3-year-old daughter? What kind of sh*t was this?

I hear Samuel's voice call out. My son...

Sam's voice came from behind the car then, his tone a low, threatening, growl, "You're going to want to step away from her, now." My eyes went wide, and I shook my head, "No, Sammy, don't," I said, my voice sounding only half as afraid as I felt. He sensed it though, "Laila?" he asked, hesitantly, and I just shook my head, as their eyes narrowed, turning towards my brother.

“I’m counting on it, Christopher.” “You know this is my territory, right?” “And you know I don’t give a fuck, right?” We stood there, fury crackling between us like live wire. “Mr. Blake?!” Samy’s voice broke the standoff. “How are you, Samy?” “Good! Did you come for Ju? Want me to call her?” “I already talked to her, thanks.” I looked back at Lawson. “We had lunch together. Then I drove her home.” His fists clenched. God, I wished he’d swing.