Pam Miller Totally Killer Novels & Stories

I glance back and wink at her. We enter. Luxurious. White walls. Perfect. He locks the door. Hot breath fans my neck. I wrap my arms around him. “Amy. I am Amy Stone,” I say. He hesitates before tasting my name on his lips. I feel my pussy drip instantly. I press the little button on my ring. The projector plays. Full footage. Chad poisoning his own mother to get her assets. Peter certainly knew how to do his job. Kael’s veins pop. Hands clench into fists.

Benjamin’s plans remained unknown. Her father’s debt had been repaid, but her father had killed Benjamin’s mother. Benjamin would never forgive him. And Pamela was still alive publicly. Unwilling to accept it, she stepped forward, facing Marvin—a person she knew, CEO of a famous jewelry company in T Country. T Country people loved jewelry; they preferred spending money on beautiful pieces rather than elsewhere. She smiled as she approached. “Mr. Miller, long time no see!”

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

“What’s up, Sickle, after you were expelled from UFC I thought I would never see you in New York, still hiding in the end of the world? How’s Portland, that shitty town?” Hunt doesn’t answer and the so called Pamela looks me up and down, asking: “Aren’t you going to introduce you your friend?” Hunter gives it back. “She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend.” I add it. “Margareth Hanks, saying that’s it’s a pleasure to meet you would be a lie, but even so, good evening, Pamela.” She ignores me and reports to Hunter, talking in a affected and high pitched voice. STUPID WHORE!!!

“Dude, do you realize that you raised a fucking badass real-life Black Widow, Sarah Conor, Lara Croft action heroine?” “I’m aware.” Dad nodded. “No. You don’t get it, Mister Yashida…er, I guess it’s Kinsley. But you don’t get it. She burst into the room. Daytime stripper tried to open her mouth, and bam, something shot out from Hana’s wrist and right between the stripper’s eyes.” Pamela poked her forehead.

Anastasia The woman sitting to Vladimir’s left, directly across from Caius, was my least favorite of his inner circle. Pamela Parker, her mother Korean and her father a small-time Alpha, had the face of a high-fashion model. Her black bob hugged the slope of her jaw and gave her a harsh edge that followed along the bridge of her nose and brow bone. Now pushing thirty, she’d been working with Vladimir for nearly ten years. She was his publicist in a way, but that only brushed the surface of what she did for him.

She says and pushed the man over to Dante who took him away. “Ma’am, This is good for us right? Now we have the killer with us.” Adam says and Rielle smirked “It’s very good for us Adam.” Dante came back a while back and nodded, “It’s done!” He says and she sighs Her phone starts to ring and she checked to see who it was, It was Pamela video calling her so she picked it, She immediately started to laugh on seeing Pamela dressed as an heavily pregnant woman with a huge mole on her nose, A dark long hair and bushy eyebrows. The dress she was wearing was enough to hide five other people in it.

Then a long painful silence stretched between them till Pamela couldn't take it anymore. "Eleanor told me everything." "Richard's expression didn't change, but she saw his fingers tightened around the edge of the podium. "I figured," he said. "She told me some things about you." Pamela continued. "About who you really are." Richard exhaled. "And what did she stay." "She told me your name isn't Richard Carter. That it's Viktor, Viktor Petrovich. " Richard kept staring. She continued"...that you-are-a killer. That you worked for the Russian Mafia."

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.