Pam Beasly Novels & Stories

Mary's smelled of disinfectant and recycled air and the particular institutional quiet of somewhere that had decided death was just another administrative process. She walked the corridor beside Barry with a slight sway in her step that required no effort to maintain at this point because she was genuinely exhausted. Pam was at the nurses' station, white blazer and red pumps, tear-streaked in a way that was absolutely convincing. When she spotted them she covered the distance in six seconds flat. "How could you." She stopped a foot away from Brigail, her voice low and shaking. "She helped you. Over and over again. She helped you."

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

Maybe it could work; maybe it would be perfect. *** "Thank you, Beast. Will you come tomorrow?" While waving, AJ inquired. "He's got to work. He can't visit every day." Ruby didn't want to give AJ false hope. "I'll come tomorrow," Ed promised without thinking—a rash promise, and Otiz would be better off not knowing. "I want to go to Cassa Nueva tomorrow," AJ immediately whined and tugged at his mother's hand. "Okay... okay..." Ruby would grant it for now.

Jeremy tugged at Jason’s sleeve and said, "Miss Mitchell is an adult and she has the freedom to choose who to be with." "Is Tyson the right one? Don't you know how bad and unethical he is？"

she replied cheerfully. A little later Baylor came into the room looking incredibly sexy in his jeans and no shirt. His hair was still mussed from sleep and bare feet with his coffee in hand. Goddess, I would lick that in a heartbeat. I had to shake my head to clear the wayward thoughts. “Good morning Delania, Phoebe said you wanted to see me,” Baylor greeted as he came in. Oh yeah I want to see you alright, completely naked.

Pam asks. “Yeah,” I say. “That’s her name.” Pam takes a breath and starts telling the whole story on how she first met her by doing her hair through her cousin while she was working her way through her physician assistant license , the nights out, the way Akeisha was scouting for money, Googling Morgan and Michaels, and trying to attach herself to somebody with status. The room gets quiet except for Meghan cooing while Tempest gently holds her tiny hand. Pam finishes with,

I remember Belle once said something about Pam not having a mother here in New York, her parents are separated and I wonder if they are trying to get back together. "Pam?" I call, making her stop in her tracks. She turns around to stare at me. "I think Belle should stop dating Tony, seeing him alone makes me go mad. Doesn't he know she is married? Should I talk to him myself?" I didn't notice the smile on Pam's face until I look closer at her, surprised that she is silent. "Are you sure you are not in love with Belle?" She questions with a laugh before running out. Tessa's POV

I snorted. "Shoot him," O'Shea was decided to wrap this up. I was ceasing to be amusing. "In the legs." Out came the guns and down went my likelihood of getting out of this intact. Pamela walked out of the building we'd exited a minute ago. She was wearing tight black stretch pants, a red turtleneck and a short beige jacket. "Protocols," Pamela invoked in a bored voice. "Define," O'Shea demanded. "Cáel," Pamela kept her gaze on O'Shea, "who do you work for?"

At first she thought it was a lie but seeing how Becca turned to her for everything, she immediately understood that Becca would not stoop so low to do something like this. “Look pamella” becca began to speak again, “I want you to tell me everything you know about me and about this party, I can not let my father down or he will not forgive me” “Of course ma’am” Pamela sat up, “this should be easy” she sounded so confused. “Is something wrong?” “Not at all ma’am” Pam paused for a while, “I am not sure if I should say this” “Say it” “Well” Pam shrugged, “people in the office call you a meanie witch” she stopped talking while observing the woman in front of her. She saw how Rebecca’s forehead c

P walked in and turned beetroot red at our newcomer. “Hi, I'm Damon Hayes, Beatrice her school coordinator. And the owner of the douchebag car.” Damon said in a polite tone but the laugh was still on his face. He held out his hand and P reluctantly took it. “Hi Damon, I'm pascal. Tris her boss. Call me P.” P said. I think he was trying to add more titles in but he wasn't anything with my mom yet so that's where it stopped. I poured him a glass of wine and he sat down around the kitchen island with Damon and mom, putting some music on. “Smells delicious Tris, what's for dinner?” P asked me with an exciting tone. “Your fave! Fajitas.” I responded, looking at the pan while gulping down more win