Isley Pamela Novels & Stories

Her face lights up and she waves enthusiastically at me, her red mouth wide open in a smile, showing off perfect white teeth. "Lily Heart?" she asks, her high-pitched voice, ringing with fake cheer pierces through the glass door. "I’m Pamela Jones. Mister Roarke sent me to help you out today. “We have a very busy, very exciting day planned! Shopping, hair, makeup, the works! And not a minute to waste."

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

Isla Parker walked in. She was dressed in designer everything. Her makeup was flawless. Her hair fell in perfect waves. Her handbag probably cost more than most people made in a year. And she was walking straight toward my table. My hand tightened around the phone. "I'll call you back," I said. I ended the call before Poppy could respond. Isla stopped in front of me. Smiled down at me like we were old friends. "Tamsin," she said warmly. "What a lovely surprise."

Leah seethed. "Mum, Pamela and I are in love with each other and…" Louis was saying when they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Without glancing back, Louis knew Pamela had come downstairs and paused. Leah and Ellis glanced towards the stairs and saw the elegant Pamela descending the stairs with graceful steps. She looked gorgeous in her peplum blouse on her pants. Her hair was made into a bun and her makeup mild and befitting. Her lips painted red and her diamond jewelleries glitters. She looked pretty and attractive.

“Who is it?” “A friend,” came a smooth feminine voice. Pamela frowned. Maybe it’s the neighbors looking for the new WiFi password. She opened the door and froze instantly. The woman standing before her was instantly recognizable. She had seen her in photos-smiling beside Richard at the faculty events, her arms looped through his. Pamela’s breath caught. The woman smiled, slow and knowing. “Pamela Hartman,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “I’m Eleanor Carter. Richard’s wife.”

Pamela came back to work since her leave was over and Petals couldn’t be happier. She didn’t waste any time in rushing over to the company’s café where they usually meet and saw her in a stunning orange knee length gown and white blazer to fit, her white covered shoe was also dazzling from afar as Pamela glowed in her own halo. “Wow! Is this the outcome of breaks? You look so dashing and your glow is blinding” Petals wowed as she closed in on her but Pamela was only blushing

She was slender, exuding a natural grace, her thick raven black hair was flowing freely in waves halfway down her back. Pamela, on the other hand, stood at an impressive height of 5 feet 10 inches. Her past life as a supermodel and a former beauty queen lent her an air of sophistication and elegance that she wore effortlessly. Pamela's expression held a hint of exasperation as she regarded her daughter. Pamela loved everything about her daughter aside from a total lack of interest in mingling with people. "Bernice, I understand your love for books, but your youth is meant for more than just hiding away in pages and imaginary worlds," Pamela remarked, her voice carrying a mix of concern and f

I don't know what catches my attention first; the fact that her cream-colored dress fits her in all the right places or the fact that her made up face looks eerily similar to Elsa's. My mouth hangs slightly open as I take her in. I've seen a lot of beautiful women in my lifetime, but Pamela's beauty is just something else; unique and rare. She looks so out of this world, almost like an ethereal being. I have to remind myself not to lose focus. This is only a temporary arrangement, Massimo. Don't let anything else get in the way, I chide myself. “Report back to me if anything comes up,” I finish quickly on the phone.

Ace explained. "I know." She grimaced. "It's complicated, please don't say anything." "You're the one." Ace replied. "The decoy." He explained. Pamela pressed closer to him. "Shhh be quiet about that before someone hears." Ace just laughed with amusement. "I have to go; I've been gone too long." Pamela sighed. "Later baby girl." He grinned. Omg talk about hot flash, weak in the knees, panty wetting, hot holy hell sexy Adonis! Pamela thought before making herself move. She went back to the pool table and continued to play her part. Trish was furious and it's showing.

Then, barely, almost invisibly, one corner of her mouth moved. Lyra sat beside Zaric. Our adopted sister, twenty-five, with dark eyes and a calm demeanor. She looked at Romy with quiet, careful curiosity. Aaron was at the table's edge, straight-backed and professional as always. He gave Romy a single, measured nod. And then there was my mother. Pamela Vexley. She sat at the far end of the table in a column of immaculate, furious dignity. She sat at the head of the table, draped in diamonds and a pale blue dress that cost more than most humans earned in a year.