Pam Miller Totally Killer Novels & Stories

It was the weapon Pamela had trained with and used for longer than I'd been alive - old yet very effective even today. "Heat?" I offered up. "You can be De Niro and I can be Kilmer." "Nice. Michael Mann really had a way of killing people," Pamela grinned, then pumped her eyebrows. "Too bad I end up dead in this one." "We'll avoid airports - you should be safe," I joked. Three explosions rocked the building, shooting glass throughout the place. Fortunately, Pamela and I were hiding behind the bar.

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 ---

She silently sobbed. "Hey, what's wrong??? Why are you saying that?" Max tried to kiss her tears but surprisingly, he found himself being pushed away. He saw her eyes finally lifting up and lock with his gaze as she confessed, "You don't know me, Max Stokes. You have no idea what I am doing to you. You don't even know that I was sent to kill you by your arch enemy, Lucifer Miller, the mafia king." She pressed her lips together as if gaining more and more strength. "You think you trapped me in your web? Do you think my visit to your company was a coincidence? No Max Stokes, it was a plan. I purposely came to your life so that I could kill you. I purposely Faked my innocence to win your trust

She sat down at her federal desk, in front of her federal computer, and she did not touch it. Instead she opened, from her bag, the personal laptop. She had met the founder of Arbitr AI twenty-six months ago. She remembered it precisely, because Elena Park remembered most things precisely, and because the meeting had produced the only annotation in her entire spreadsheet that was not a data point. Arbitr had given a presentation to a delegation that had included her office a polished, genuinely impressive presentation about a harm-detection platform that classified intimate-partner-violence cases by risk tier. The founder had presented it himself. He had been precise, unshowy, clearly brilli

"Hey! It's nice to put a face to the name. I'm Peggy. Peggy Anderson. My mom is Felicity, the..." "I know whom your mom is." I interjected. "It's really wonderful to meet you too Peggy. I'm Camilla Monteiro, but feel free to call me Mila." I grinned, and she winked. "I'm in love with her already Carter." Peggy piped. "There you have it! Your company." Carter gave a toothy grin. "I was already informed about that one. Chop chop! off you go then." "Away with me, then" He added. "But before that, when did you get here" He directed his question at Peggy.

Pamela responded. "Go on." Jax replied. "So, I show interest TJ. Push her buttons, become a pain in her ass. It pisses her off. Anger makes people make mistakes. Then she'll screw up and you can catch her." Pamela explained. "It's a good plan." Maverick replied. "It's a dangerous plan. Pamela you could get seriously hurt. We have no idea how crazy this bitch is." Jax declared. "Surely between the two MC's I'd have enough protection?" Pamela asked. "You saying y'all can't handle one woman?"

He looks like he knows me but then those cold eyes return almost immediately and pushes my hands away from his face. “Fuck! My name's not Adam! My name is Jack! Jack Miller!” This time he hypes his voice up and he glares at me. “Jack? J-jack? What are you even saying Adam...” “My name isn't Adam Miss! My name is Jack Miller. C.E.O and owner of Miller Inc. That's who I am!” He cuts me off and then we hear harsh and fast footsteps coming out way. Three security guards rush towards us and Adam glares at me like I was some sort of demon with two horns on my head.

“If I left this hot woman, I’d be out of my mind!” Pamela’s face twists in disgust. “What? You’d stay with a cheater and a killer?” He smirks. “I don’t care. She’s gorgeous, can’t you see? It’d be a blessing if she cheated, as long as she doesn’t leave!”

He was truly a despicable person. Smack! Suddenly, his cheek burned with pain. A slap had landed, leaving the imprint of five fingers on his face. Old Master Sterling pointed at him, shouting: "Look at what you’ve done! You were by Catherine’s side all this time, and yet you didn’t tell the family she was pregnant. And now, my grandchild is dead. Do you see that?" After scolding him, Old Master Sterling clutched his chest, breathing heavily. Mrs. Sterling and Juliet quickly helped him sit down. Although Juliet’s expression remained worried, inside she was gritting her teeth in anger.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.