Pam Beesly Novels & Stories

A big smile that was obviously fake was plastered on Pamela's face when I opened the door. “Good morning, Ma'am ” She greeted in a mild tone and brushed my side as she walked her way into my room. “Good morning, Pamela” I slurred. Unsure if calling her by her name was right or wrong, but definitely certain she was wrong to barge in on me like she did. “Mr. Beckham, he asked me to come assist you” Pamela paced the room as she spoke, staring at the deco with obvious dissatisfaction. It made me wonder if we met in our past lives and didn't end well. Because that was the only reasonable explanation for her dislike towards me and everything that had to do with me.

Tina explained and Amanda rolled her eyes in disdain “I wonder what the CEO saw in her to bring someone like her as the team leader” She scoffed Bea cuts in “What do you mean someone like her? She’s actually good at her job” supporting her. Her remark only got Amanda flared up. She smacked the table angrily and told Bea to just be Petal’s loyal dog. “I only said the truth though” Bea shrugged and moved back to her seat. **** Thanks to me sleeping at Pamela’s place and waiting for the security company to come around for the repairing of the window before going home to dress up, I got to work late although I had called Stanley ahead.

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

He would come here daily and drink as much as his body can take. The manager of the pub would be at his service and take care of his drunken form everyday. Blake he was 24 years old , he had blue eyes and brown hairs. Height 5''11 with a fit body. Right now he was watching how tipsy girls were continuosly approaching Aahan seeing him alone and he was shoving all of them away without other thought. He was still stuck on his wife , even after getting divorced he didn't bother to spare a glance at any other woman. He was still loyal to his wife that's something wondered Blake. What a great love he had on her , he was quite puzzled why they didn't get along when he was literally pouring all his

I am now even more ashamed on what he had witnessed earlier today. Pam, on the other hand, is currently sitting bolt upright. Her back is so rigid as she acts so businesslike while talking with her client on the phone, her eyes darting towards Devyn’s direction. I turn around and give my full attention, which is totally impossible, on the computer display.

"Jerk!! you are a jerk!" "Pretty! you are really pretty when you are angry, seems like I will get to see your angry side more now Pamela Reeves." He gave his response, his hands dip into his pocket as he walks away. "Ahh, can you believe this? this is so unacceptable!" She said to Christiana who was just looking clueless. "Pamela, we should go now." "Why?" "To meet the teacher of course, her name is teacher Faye and I suppose you act proper, she's the one that delivered that speech."

the Saunders matriarch said as she nodded her head with satisfaction and Amanda smiled back at her. This was also seen by Nevaeh and her husband, Jackson and Keaton were also smiles as they saw this. “I still can’t believe that you are marrying child!” Jackson sighed with sadness as he looked at his friend. “Hahahaha, you need to accept this reality. Its good though since we all know each other. I will never harm her and with me by her side, her safety is guaranteed.” “I hope so, I don’t want her to keep on disappearing like she did that time.”

She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room. “ Mom, dad! I will be going out with friends today. But I won't be too late. I promise!” Phelan said in a low, soft voice, facing to the ground off from his father's eye. Standing at the middle of her room's door. “Friends?” Ozouf said, laughing as he moved closer. “You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it”

Dominic moaned. "You've got to, honey," Pamela said, "We've got to. I know this is insane and yet I know that this is the best way. The only way. You just have to promise." "Anything," Dominic said. "You're going to be with your step daughter," Pamela said it so casually, like they were talking about dancing rather than fucking. "To help her. I know. But when it's time. It's still my cock and I want you to... I need you to put it in me. You

“Then we're going to have to stop her one way or the other.” “And that is why I need your help to end her. If anyone knows who she is or how she reacts, that is you.” A shared look passed between us. Not quite an alliance. But something close. “I will,” Delilah said. “Even if it kills me.” “You’re not dying,” Ethan snapped instantly. She smiled faintly. “You’re cute when you’re panicked.” “I’m serious.” “I know.” Damon cleared his throat. “Let’s not have this argument on the lawn.”