Pam And Jim Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Every organ in my body was hit with a rush of exhilaration at her kiss and the way her hands touched my skin and was buried in my hair made me feel on cloud nine. “Jane!” Scarlett pulled her away, breaking the kiss sooner than I wanted. The omega moaned in complaint and it made me feel a strong urge to pull her back to me. Pam walked over to us, her face reddened with intense fury burning in her eyes. “How dare you create such a stupid scene?” She said to the omega through gritted teeth, her fury glared in her voice like she could switch right now and snap the omega’s head off. “Why are you all being so…” the omega stopped mid sentence and burst into laughter at Pam’s facial expression. “You

"Meet? You really want me to meet and greet you cz you are the only person cz of whom I'm here. It must have too much time for you to plan on how to trap someone in the nest and then torture them" Aiden was still angry and the other was also very guilty. "Aidde please believe me it was not me I promise. I never wanted you to be the prey." Jim said while massaging others shoulder but he slapped his hand off of him nod stood up to prepare the table without sparing all of them any glance. Jim was more tense than others. He broke the person he loves the most. He never wanted Aiden to be the one. Jonathan standing behind Jim saw Aiden and thought

Surely the frozen girl with her hand to her mouth wasn't me. Karma, my mind trilled in a bare whisper. I must've made a sound because Jerry paused in his wild pistoning. He'd never been that wild in our lovemaking. If anything our sex life had been inhibited; normal. Wild had never been my speed. His eyes widened in a way that was almost comical when he made out it was me standing at the doorway, he scrambled away from the person he'd been f*cking. Steph. We stared at each other in tensed silence, his Adam's apple bobbed nervously.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

The moment I accepted, she flooded me with photos—dozens of shots of her and Jim looking intimate and close. [You saw what happened today in the VIP room, didn’t you?] [I actually spotted you there earlier, but I pretended not to.] My hands trembled as I scrolled through the photos. Jim was smiling in a way I had never seen before. He wasn’t always so serious and cold. He just wasn’t happy when he was with me. When I didn’t reply, Rowena messaged again. [I’ve been waiting for Jim for five years, waiting for him to prove himself in the Larson family before I made my move.]

I also tend to the scrapes on his knees and palms where he took a fall. Heading downstairs, I clear the table of the wasted supper and tidy up a bit before I go upstairs to our room again. When I eventually get to bed, I pull him closer to me and spend the rest of the morning holding him tightly and crying my fucking eyes out. Liam left with someone at the bar, and if it had been anyone else, they would have taken advantage of him like they used to back home. I’ve failed him as a boyfriend and partner; hopefully, he will allow me to make it up to him.

A surge of hope steadied me, and I shouted, "Helena is my foster sister! We're on the same side! Let me go now. I can explain everything to her!" Jasper and his men exchanged a look, their faces twisting into mocking, unreadable smiles. Then, he kicked me hard. "You, a worthless abandoned brat, actually dare to pretend to be Mr. Jones? Pathetic! You're really pushing your luck. "Mr. Jones is untouchable. Do you know what happened to the last fool who claimed a connection to Mr. Jones? Saying it out loud would scare you to death! "Hey, grab my stick. I'm going to help Ms. Cook teach this brazen pretty boy a lesson!"

Just as he ignited the engine and made a move, Jasmine gestured through the tinted glasses. “Wait for me”. She and spiffy were having a conversation but I didn't care. I just wanted to push out this log of wood in my stomach. “But how did this happen”? Jim asked, sitting beside me on the couch at his house. Jim, Chloe and Sharon were my best friends from the same pack, the Blue Fangs Pack,while I was their Luna but I just got rejected. “I had thought you and Spiffy broke up a long time before Michael showed up”? Sharon joined the conversation, “how are you pregnant with his child”?, “were you cheating on Michael with Spiffy”?, she inquired, her face shun with awe.

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.

After lunch, we had some time to kill before Jim needed to get to the airport to fly back to Indy. Hand in hand, we walked the few blocks from the pizza place to his hotel, going up to his room for the sole purpose of having sex. In any other situation, this would have been weird. Tense. Embarrassing maybe. But not with Jim. Things change the moment we take our clothes off, and there’s no awkwardness. No hesitation or waiting to see if Jim is going to tell me what’s on his mind. He’s very open and even more personal. We’re amazing together, making me feel bad for doubting the validity in the sex scenes I’ve read about in romance novels. It is possible to have multiple orgasms, and I think J