Pam Beasly Novels & Stories

They had a long way to go but coming this far could not be underestimated. ‘’Jane, I know I should not be talking about the past, however, I just can't help it. I remember the night you called me ready to be a swap for Leslie, as your manager at the time I was angry but I understood since I worked for Davious Entertainment, however, as your friend I was so pissed. At the time we both knew she was not incapable of showing up but she just wanted to see you do her bidding’’ Pamela was right. She felt pained that night. She had done so much and yet everything came crumbling when she got to know they had been cheating behind their backs.

“ Bellamy said and tightened her fists choking her in the process. " Please... Please... I'm .... Dying.. “ Beatrix said in difficulty. Bellay used her powers to toss her like a ball and she hit her hard on the wall. " Are you okay Bastian?" Bellamy asked. “ I'm fine. I owe you once again. " “ She's not the first one who came here unannounced. Something's fishy. " “ It is. " “ Well this is all your fault for always fucking around, now they think they have an advantage over you. "

"Still, I'm going to have them transferred." Pam didn't stop until Archie unwillingly accepted the rejection she made at my birthday party. Soon, she will be due to deliver her baby girl. Remember the twins Becky and Kelly, they both marked Pam as their chosen mate. Therefore, as she watched Archie bond with another, she remained unfazed. ^~^ -MIKAYLA'S POV* Heron, with the wine glass in his hand, clears his throat loudly for the music and chatter to stop.

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.

He ignored her then, and I’m banking on him ignoring her now. “Ignore her.” Another girl whispered as she stepped next to me. “That’s Becky Babcock. She is a senior and has been hooked up with Malcolm every year. She’s got the impression that means they’re something.” “That’s one hell of a fairytale that bitch is living in.” I scoffed. “I’m Pam Batista, by the way. And you are?” I introduced myself. “Julia Rick. Nice to meet you. And don’t worry if your sights are set on Malcolm. I’m not your competition. I’m into Max.” She assured me.

The once harmonious atmosphere was replaced by hushed conversations, a tangled web of whispers that traversed the vast, ornate expanse of the cathedral. "Isn't that the very man whose name graces the lips of every individual in this town?" questioned an elderly lady, her voice imbued with a mix of surprise and intrigue, from her seat in the back pew. "Why, indeed! He's none other than the visionary behind Bees Design and Technology. Quite the influential figure," replied a younger gentleman, adjusting his glasses to get a clearer view of the unfolding drama. From every corner, a medley of conversations emerged. Some dripping with curiosity, others tainted with doubt. "I've never known him to

Beverly Carington "I can't believe you saw Clyde again!" Becca said as I opened up the ice cream tub. "I mean he's an architect too but I never thought I would see him there." I said as I scooped the ice cream and ate it. "What did he say?" "He wants to return the car and the phone.. that's it and then he kinda called me a bitch." "Well.. ignore him." "I know. I have to." I sighed and Becca took my spoon. Suddenly my phone rang and it's my boss.

She stared at her cell phone for a few seconds, her eyes cold and calculating. Roger, who was apparently reading his newspaper, had overheard the entire conversation but wasn’t interested in digging deeper. When Martha was up to something, she didn’t tell him. ***** Pamela Pamela ended the call and stood silently, holding her phone. She was in her private gym, wearing a tight black and pink workout outfit. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. Her long hair was pulled back into a flawless ponytail, her face made up even for working out, her body toned. She knew she was beautiful. Men always fell at her feet. Everyone… except John.

Behind me, Pamela exhaled slowly. “We made it.” But we barely had time to breathe. The doors to the infirmary burst open again. Beatriz rushed inside. Her white coat was already stained from earlier treatments, but the moment she saw Pamela standing there she froze. “Pamela!” Pamela barely had time to react before her mother wrapped her in a fierce embrace. “You’re safe,” Beatriz whispered, gripping her tightly. “I told you I was fine,” Pamela muttered, though her voice cracked slightly.

“All right. I’m listening.” Pamela drew a steadying breath. “Long ago, I worked for the Morettis—Alicia and Maurice.” “I already know that,” Leo said evenly. “Then you know what kind of woman Alicia is,” Pamela replied. “She couldn’t bear children. She’s barren.” Leo’s brows rose. “What are you talking about? Valentina is her daughter.” Pamela met his eyes. “Yes—but I gave her Valentina.” Leo let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You can’t be serious.”