Homestuck Pm Novels & Stories

Liam’s mouth curved into a slow smirk. “You know we haven’t even started yet, right?” Author's note: Thank you for coming this far! You're such an encouragement! The journey still continues, but I thought to celebrate you!

“That’s good then. Mom, I’m heading to Jadeview Park Residence. Do you want me to take anything to Benjamin?” Pamela thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “Ben likes my braised spare ribs. I’ll cook lunch and you can bring it to him.” She beamed, thinking that only frequent meetings would nurture feelings. She wanted the four children to have a complete family. Humming happily, she headed into the kitchen—only to see a message pop up from Old Man. Old Man: [Pamela, when are you coming home?] Pamela: [I’m not going back. I’m making food for Ben right now.]

he explained. “Yes,” I smiled with acknowledgment. “Can I have your number? I would love to stay in touch.” He showed me his phone. “You and Pam were the closest to being my friends.” He preserved his subtle smile but his eyes assumed penetrating lights. “Of course,” I punched my digits into his phone and returned it. “How is Pam? I’ve lost touch with everyone.” He owned. “She’s mated and doing well," I recalled that he was crushing on her in his early teens.

He said, making my blood boil in annoyance. "Like fucking hell-" "See you tomorrow at the Nest Noah. You better win, or else" The line went dead. **Hey guys, sorry for the late update. Things have been up. But I'm back to updating everyday now. Please I beg you, if you're following this story could you leave a review? it won't take a minute. I feel no one's following the story and I'm just writing for myself. It would really mean a lot if you drop a review. Thanks so much ♥️

I strolled to her and held her hand. “I promise you there's nothing between Pamela and I. She only asked for my help because someone broke into her apartment and was beating her up. It was late in the night, there was no one I could send so I had to go myself and that moaning sound was just her calling my name in pain. She's at the hospital right now and we're no longer in contact, I promise.” I explained but she didn't look convinced. I was about to say something when her phone buzzed with a notification sound. I glanced at it and saw a text from Sylvester which read, “Gaia, 10pm. See you there.” My brows furrowed in confusion.

He also looked at it, but immediately returned his gaze on me. ///♡/// More updates later at 8pm PH time. Stay tuned! xoxo ♡

I said, trying to brag a bit. ****** Finally the day came to an end, and I heard a knock on my door.I knew it was Pamela, so I grumbled a come in. I tried so much to act busy in order not to look at her,but I couldn't stop myself from looking into those captivating eyes of hers. Those evil eyes which had me hooked for a long year. “I will be heading home”she said, and I made a gesture with my hand, signalling her to leave.

I stared at her. "You hold the fate of House Ishara inside of you," Pamela smiled warmly. "Besides, I like you. No one really understands me like you do. Everyone else thinks I have a sick sense of humor." "I wish you had been my Grandmother," I nodded. "Wait – wait," Pamela held me back from continuing. "Because if I had been your Grandmother, you would have known to avoid a nut-ranch like Havenstone." "Are you like my psychic twin?" I teased her. She was right, of course.

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 49 . "No... Yes... See, I know bringing you back was part of the plan yes. But aside from that. I do miss you. Sincerely" he said as she got mad. "Seriously Peter. When would you stop playing with someone's feelings?" She asked leaving Peter lost as she stood up from the sofa, storming angrily towards her door upstairs. Entering her room, she banged the door against them.

Side by side. And somehow, that meant more than any of the nights we’d spent tangled in sheets. ***** The peace didn’t last long. It was sometime after midnight when I checked my camgirl inbox again, just out of habit. I hadn’t streamed in over a week. I hadn’t even opened the platform, except to answer a few subscription messages and clear out fan mail. But one message caught my eye. No subject. No name. No photo. I liked you better when you were lonely.