Pam Miller Movie Novels & Stories

’ Mia gasped, taking in the whole scene. ‘My kind of woman.’ I laughed. "What’s your name, psycho?" I asked, meeting the woman’s gaze. "I’m Pam." The woman responded. "You could consider me the den mother here. I keep all these assholes in line. " "Oh!" I was liking her more and more. "Do you whip them when they’re bad? Or do you torture them?" "Well, well... It looks like you and Mykel are one of a kind. " Pam chuckled, giving Mykel a wink as his eyes slowly darkened from anger. "Oh, don’t look at me like that!"

She purred through the phone. “I don’t have time to talk to you Samantha. What the hell could you possibly want? You should know better than to call and expect to have a casual conversation with me after what you and Preston have done. Why would you turn against your own pack, huh? And what did Preston get out of it? After everything we have done for you. Your parents are worried sick about you. Your crimes are punishable by death!”

Tears were even threatening to fall from her eyes when Mia called her fake. “Harsh than sleeping with your best friend’s fiance. You think that just because every man is smitten with you, you have what it takes to seduce just anyone. I wish they knew the ghost that lays under that fake mask of yours.” Mia spat bitterly. Kara could not take it anymore so she ran away crying to the washrooms. … After touring all the departments, Ethan was led to the meeting room. All the departments had to give a brief report of how they have been performing and the support they needed to perform even better.

“That’s impossible. Someone offered us thirty million dollars for your life. They also want us to enjoy you thoroughly before we kill you. How could we possibly let you go?” “Why?” Tina couldn’t believe her ears. Still, she held onto the trace of hope in her heart and pleaded, “I don’t have any enemies! How could there be someone willing to pay you thirty million dollars for my life? You must’ve gotten the wrong person…” “Oh, Tina Lynd! They might have gotten the wrong person, but I’ll never fail to recognize the right person. I want you dead!” At that very moment, a smug voice spoke from outside the factory. A figure emerged, and Tina was able to see the newcomer's face clearly.

The woman stated matter-of-factly. "He was such a sweet little child," She sighed yet again as she recalled the memory of his chubby little face and those big brown eyes of his. "Lady Mira and master Jonathan loved to pamper him, may God bless both their souls," She respectfully did yet another cross sign over her chest, lightly shaking her head as all those memories still brought a sadness into the woman’s heart. "They are dead too?" Diana suddenly asked, a shocked expression marring her features as she expectantly stared at the woman.

“Who is Pam?” She sighed, her eyes wearing a farraway expression. “Many years ago when Southsun began to sink, my family were desperately trying to move out. We got connected to this woman, Pam. She was a social service worker who helped families like mine. She helped us cross over to a different place successfully. She was very beautiful, and way too kind. But behind her eyes, there was sadness there. Anyway, one day, we just stopped seeing her. My family and I didn't hear a peep from her until about twenty years later. She was a different person when I saw her again. Still as beautiful as ever, but strangely so wealthy. I'm not going to go into details about how she gained her wealth, know

“This stunt you just pulled, proves nothing. They are clearly covering for her!” Palmer didn’t even flinch as he locked eyes with Stefan, “Are they? Or is your daughter fabricating events to mask her own intentions?” “Watch your mouth.” Shifting his gaze to the rest of us, Palmer spread his hands apart, “Let’s examine what we know, shall we?” No one answered but he went on. “One, Miller does not reside here, yet she claimed to know three guards by name.” “Maybe they introduced themselves,” Stefan snapped. “Or,” Palmer continued calmly, “maybe she asked around ahead of time, specifically to pitch a story.” His response made Stefan wipe his forehead.

Blame yourself for being born unlucky! “Click!” The sound of a camera shutter rang out. Paula jumped in surprise. She raised her gaze to see that Sally was standing at the window next to her with her camera, taking pictures of the corridor. The place where she had been standing was where her shutter had been directed toward. Sally smiled as she stuck her head out of the window and said, “Miss Whitaker, do you mind taking a few steps back? You’re in the way of the camera!” Paula, “!!!”

He cursed himself. Mr. Miller: What have I done. Shit Damon Pov I was punching the bag with no mercy. I can see that it will rip off anytime. But I don't care. I stopped punching when I heard my man talking. ??: Boss. Information is here. Damon looked at Max and nodded his head letting him continue. Max: Well. Full name Liliana Miller. One and only daughter of Jim Miller. She's one of the famous millionaire business woman. Max: She's ---

Both Paulo and Baxster got down on the stairs and arrived to be shocked by what they were seeing. An empty chair with ropes on the floor next to the chair, along with some sharded glass pieces and fresh blood. “Did you see, officers. I told you my daughter and I weren't keeping Jack hostage down there. What kind of people do you take us for?” The Colonel looked displeased. “You'll have to explain this to your superiors.” Grace glared at them. “We're very sorry for the inconvenience, Colonel, Mrs Miller.” Paulo apologized. “We were only doing our jobs. You are free to contact the police but we are just doing our job in finding Mr Jack Miller.”