Pamela Anderson Novels & Stories

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Ethan gave a small, cold wave. Two guards dragged over a middle-aged woman in a janitor's uniform. Pamela. The second she saw the scene, especially Arnold's furious expression, her legs gave out, and she collapsed. "Mr. Arnold, Mr. Ethan, Ms. Stone, I'm so sorry!" She sobbed uncontrollably. "I failed as a mother. I got greedy. I shouldn't have taken things Ms. Stone didn't want and brought them home. I never imagined this stupid girl would go this far and pretend to be the Stone heiress online!"

Unfortunately, Connor got into a car accident on the eve of their wedding and died. To escape the city that constantly reminded her of Connor's death, a reality she was too terrified to face, Pamela left Dexia and was gone for five whole years. It wasn't until a few days ago that she returned to the once-familiar place. At the mention of Connor, Rowan peered carefully at Pamela's face. She flashed him a smile. "What?" "Nothing," he said, deciding to let the subject drop. "Come on. We should get going." Pamela teased, "You want me to show up at Mr. Mattel Senior's place empty-handed? Did you forget that you gave your sweetheart the tea leaves I bought just to get on her good side?"

replied a determined Bowen. Sure enough, at Pamela's headquarters, Pamela, Gerard and Andrea saw on their screen the smoke coming out of their expansion camp. "Bloody hell, they want play this game? Then let the games begin." sneered Pamela. "Andrea, continue to hack into the safehouse network. Gerard, send reinforcements to our fallen expansion so they can wipe out those intruders. While you are at it, bring Ivy out of her cell and bring her to me." instructed Pamela. "Yes, Lady Boss." replied Gerard and Andrea.

She was holding Pamela's hand happily. Pamela spotted Ximena and ran over to her excitedly. Willow approached me and looked up at me with a bright expression."Mommy, is it okay if Pamela and her mom come over to our house?" "Of course," I replied in a sweet tone. With my approval, Willow quickly ran over to Pamela and Ximena, sharing the news excitedly. Ximena, who initially looked tense, seemed to relax after hearing this. Walking over to me, she said, "I really don't want to bother you. But recently, Andrew keeps coming around, and it's driving me crazy. I don't know how to deal with him."

And yet. She looked completely unharmed. Not even a scratch. Something wasn't right. Meanwhile, Professor Joe narrowed his eyes. "Who exactly is that girl?" At first, he hadn't suspected anything. But the moment she threw him- that level of strength wasn't normal. Pamela waved dismissively. "Just some nobody from the countryside. She's trash, honestly. She even killed her sister's unborn child and spent five years in prison. She just got out and started causing trouble again."

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Certainly not when Xavier's charity was at stake or in public venues. Pamela. Where did she know that name? Oh. O-o-h-h. She remembered now. As in, Pamela Squire, the model who'd dumped Xavier years ago after she'd publicly spouted crap about him to the press. The woman was a world-class, grade-A bitch, and Peyton had no idea what he'd seen in her. Well, besides the stunning body and perfect face and sultry voice. Or her fame. And money. Edward cinched Peyton closer to his side. "Our girl here also did most of tonight's planning."

This wasn’t the life Pamela had envisioned for herself. She was a twenty year old college student from a strong Christian home. Her dad was a deacon in her church. She had been brought up in the most Christian way ever. She had spent every evening of the week in church. Being a member of the choir and also the deacon’s daughter, she was required to be present during all church gatherings. In the eyes of her congregation, she was this sweet innocent choir girl with brown hair and blue eyes. But here she was, getting pounded face down by her history professor.

Massimo . . PAMELA BROWN HAS a habit of storming into my life like she has control over it. First was at the funeral. Now, my office. Always demanding explanations. Always wanting to know why I did what I did, or even better what my brother was up to.