Isley Pamela Novels & Stories

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.”

-------Los Angeles, California. ----------Olyster Textiles. "Khalid can we go for lunch later today?, you always decline, why don't you just agree for once" Pamela asked into the phone as I got into my car. " Pamela I'm busy" I answered as I connected my phone to the Bluetooth of my car. " You're always busy Khalid, you don't even have time for me anymore, this isn't how it's supposed to be" " Pamela, leave me alone, let me be, what are we supposed to be?"

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

Poppy replied as my mind drifted back to Pamela. Did she leave after that.....stunt or she's somewhere around, looking for the next plan? "It's time to go home, don't you think?" Bradley whispered into my ear.......as Poppy frowned. "Yeah, bye Poppy,see you" I said, lifting my dress a little. . . * Outside * . . "Don't tell me you're leaving without your wife" Pamela said, holding a beer bottle and a beer glass as she smiled evily. "Tell me, who's she? Your mistress,call girl?" She asked as reporters began to........ take pictures and record.

A woman in a short white dress with red curls and brown eyes walked out of the front door and started walking towards us. " Welcome back Sir" She bowed her head and greeted Grey, then looked at me curiously, "This is new" Grey gave me a strange look, " Take care of her, and bring her when ever I want her" He ordered her then looked back at the driver " Get me to the office" " Yes Sir" The woman whom I later learned was Pamela, the one in charge of his harem bowed again. Grey's gaze on me lingered, and from the corner of my eyes I could see Pamela's eyes darken.

Pamela demanded as she once again barged into my room. Her nose wrinkled as she looked at my outfit. I knew she wasn’t going to approve. That was before I saw her wearing a spaghetti strap floral print mini dress that showed a triangle of her diaphragm as it tied in a bow between her breasts. “No. Girl, I said sexy, not frumpy.” Pamela shook her head as she went to my closet. “I’m going to decide what you wear.” “I can dress myself. And I like what I’m wearing.” I protested.

I looked away before I could think too much about it. Why should it matter to me? It didn’t. At least…That’s what I kept telling myself. The front door opened again. High heels clicked across the marble floor. It was Pamela. She stepped outside wearing a fitted pink dress and oversized sunglasses. The smile on her face appeared instantly. “Oh! Vanessa!” Vanessa smiled politely. “Pamela.” The two women hugged briefly. Something about it felt…Forced. “It’s been a while,” Pamela said. “It has.” Vanessa said calmly. “You look lovely.”

There must have been something wrong with Pamela for her to divorce Woody! "Two days ago!" Jessie reluctantly said. Helen slowly curved her lips into a smile. "I remember now. The mother and son who caused a ruckus in the hotel must have been her mother and brother. "Oh, Pamela, people know you as the most beautiful president in Tiusto. They say that you're smart and have great insight. But now, I can only say that you're blind." Jessie pointed behind her and said, "Look, Ms. Helen. Clement is leading Mr. Henderson to his seat."