Pam Miller Totally Killer Novels & Stories

Derek said, in a voice that suggested he was keeping a secret. “No I did not,” Ryan said emphatically. “Didja tap Ryan’s ass, D?” “Wellllll – ” “NO,” Ryan said. “Shut up, both of you. Anyway, Killian had played a lot of shows with some American bands during Gobsmacked’s tour, and he couldn’t stop talking about this one crazy chick in a punk rock band.” Killian leaned forward. “What was the name of that group again, luv?” “Pussy Killz,” Riley said matter-of-factly. “With a ‘z.’”

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

' Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, curiosity replacing amusement now. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not interested,” I replied. I didn’t wait for him to respond before turning to walk away, feeling their stares on my back and hearing their thoughts trail after me. 'Who is this woman?' 'We need to find out who she is.' Damien said nothing, but I could still feel his attention long after I had left. By the time I got back to my car, the divorce papers in my hand felt heavier than before. To divorce Phillip had been my initial plan and a simple way out, but that wouldn't be enough, because Phillip hadn't just betrayed me, he had killed me, and a divorce? That was just mercy and Phillip didn’t deserve

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

"In the six months since she moved in, how many of our food deliveries did she steal? Now they finally caught her!" "The poor woman was seven months pregnant and about to give birth. Both mother and child are now gone. It's such a tragedy!" "These internet celebrities really think having a little more money makes them so important!" Emma got beaten black and blue. All she could do was keep shouting that she wasn't the one who killed anyone. "It wasn't me! I'm just the sister of an internet celebrity!" During a brief pause in the beating, Emma pulled out her ID and her expired preschool teacher ID. Then she opened up the verified account page of my social media profile.

Miller nodded, his hair dark-brown, his face rugged and handsome. "I want to be in p**n!" I blurted out, my entire body quivering. "Mmm, you do, huh?" Mrs. Miller smiled, her eyes burning with lust. "Do you have what it takes?" I nodded again, my pussy burning. I had watched so much p**n. Especially from Pole Dance Films, the Miller's company. "Virgin?" she asked. My cheeks burned now as I nodded.

Damien chuckled. "You hunters are pathetic." I snapped at him, my blood boiling at the mention of Killian. "You try and fight against something you know nothing about. Do you know how many of us there really are?" I growled. Damien shrugged, "Once your mate dies at my hands your pathetic pack will come next. We have friends on our side, Claire." He smirked. I had silently made a decision in that moment. I had never ended someone's life before, but I promised myself that Damien would be my first kill.

Zita twerked while sitting. “Aye!” Pamela spread imaginary cash on her her ass. “Oh my God!” Kim quickly looked around but her friends didn't stop. Just then, the door burst open, and a vision of perfection walked in. Kimberlee looked over, the gold almost blinding her. Stefania. Zita and Pamela watched her strode into the room like she owned the place. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing fake blue eyes seemed to bore into Kim's soul.

Amelia said with a laugh and Milo stared at me. "Is Slater your boyfriend?" He asked and I laughed, shaking my head. "We're just f-" "Friends." Mia, Piper and Nathan all said sarcastically in sync before laughing as they looked at eachother. "It's true!" I defended and Piper shook her head. "I haven't met a single person that looks at me, the way he looks at you." She said, placing a chip into her mouth. "And he's so protective over her," Mia joined with a smirk. "I stand outside everyday, waiting for my mafia man to finally come kidnap me and it hasn't happened yet."

James furrowed his brow, shouting angrily, “What’s the meaning of this?” Lisa cowered behind him, her face pale with fear. The audience, who had moments ago been hurling insults at me, fell silent, exchanging confused glances as they watched the scene unfold. I walked forward unhurriedly, my tone calm as I spoke. “Apologies for disrupting your celebration, everyone. However, Miss Lisa Smith is under investigation for attempted murder, and Mr. James Fletcher is being charged with assault for publicly attacking and injuring me. I’ve already handed over all the evidence to the authorities and will be pressing charges against both of them.”