Sammy Lawrence Voice Actor Novels & Stories

"Samuel... Hannigan." "It's Samuel!"

Calling Jun immediately after what the twins said and finding that Lindsey is nowhere to be found. “Did you find anything?” The anger and disappointment that is currently eating Sam while reminding himself to keep his composure and stay in close contact with the police immediately responded to the scene. “We are doing our best Mr. Lawrence.” “Best? Is this the best thing that you can do? What is something that already happened with her!” “CEO Samuel Lawrence!” Erika runs in between and drags Sam forcedly and with her ounce of strength away from the authorities.

In the end, no one answered Sammy's call even after he called for a long time. Sammy frowned. "What the hell is this Boss Laurent doing? He doesn't even answer the phone?" "Who is Boss Laurent? Brother, why do you care so much?" Sammy was thinking about the matter of the goatee just now. When he heard the hot girl ask, he casually replied, "My brother, Alex." "Boss Alex?" The hot chick immediately cried out in joy. This shout finally woke Sammy up. He raised his head and looked coldly at the hot chick. "What do you mean? You didn't even get so excited when you saw me just now. Now when I mention Alex, it's like you're a drug addict. Do you like him?"

His voice carries a note of command, "He is leaving. Come on, we don't have time! Paul needs to leave. I'll confirm his tickets!" Samantha's voice trembles with tears as she manages to speak, her emotions palpable through the phone. Richard, sensing the distress in her voice, becomes frustrated, demanding to know, "Now, what the fuck happened to you, Samantha?" Her voice is filled with a mixture of sadness and fear, Samantha sniffles as she responds, "Richard... They are taking him..."

“Oops...Sammy says.” “I got a bad habit of saying dirty words.” Sammy said.” We all laughed." Nessie and Sherry hugged her." Samie Marie, Savannah, smacked her on the ass. “Ouch! You Bitc... I mean, brats, the director looked over at us. Shakes her head." We started laughing." Oh man! That hurts." While Sammy was rubbing her ass cheeks." We all laughed."

“He’s already there… Samantha Wylie, I’ll strangle you!” "Hush," Sammy hissed at her, and listened. – This is not the voice of Kamikaze! she said after a few seconds. Indeed, the speaker's voice was lower than Yamamoto's, and there was no accent. - Yes? So let's go, why stand here. - Leah pushed Sammy forward, and she literally flew into the office. Frozen in surprise at the threshold, Samantha met the eyes of the entire class, and also the new teacher, if the tall, thin man standing at the blackboard was one. However, who else could he be?

Thunder? Lawrence hugged her arms around her chest. She was freezing. Lukeman ! A womans voice. Hoarse and raspy, like someone whod spent her whole life barking orders. But the voice was trembling, too. Lukeman , you idiot. Where are you? She sounded closer now. Was she talking to Lawrence ? There was something else about that voice, something strange that Lawrence couldnt quite put into words.

🖱️Jayden🖱️ “Baby, you need to eat something.” Sammy’s voice was soft but steady, though I could see the edge of pain behind it. He was trying not to break, trying not to crumble in front of me, but I knew him too well. I could see it in his eyes, that familiar storm he always fought to hide.

"You're strangling the life out of Sammie." He quickly let's go, face brightening again as he sets the plushy back down on my bed. "O-Oh, I'm s-sorry." Was it possible to think stammering was cute? I plop myself on the bed now, keeping my eyes on him which I'm sure is making him strongly uncomfortable but he was acting really weird "It's alright. They don't mind" "They?" I bend closer to his face, as if I'm telling him a secret as he leans forward "Sammie doesn't have a gender since their names go for both girls and boys but that's a secret between both of us, so you can't tell anyone. Okay?"

he lifted his hand up to stop her, grunted and turned his wheel chair around to leave for his room “Don’t mind the old man Sammy, he’s lost his marbles,” Samaira looked at little Shain and smiled, crouching beside him, she again ruffled his hair, “Little Bun, is this how you talk about your father, wait till I hand you in to him,” he broke into peels of laughter as she tickled him “ Aha ha ha ha, don’t, please don’t Sammy, spare me, I’m only a seven year old little kid, ha ha ha h aahahahah,”