Pamela Anderson Novels & Stories

Amelia and Damian had both left the store. They went to a bunch of boutiques and bought clothes and accessories for Amelia. Amelia had wanted to refuse Damian but he didn't give her a single chance to talk so she had no choice but to obey. In return, Amelia had requested a favor from Damian in return for buying her so many things. Amelia had requested for them to sit at a bench at a park while eating ice cream. Of course, Damian gladly accepted it with a warm smile because of his fiancee's cute request.

Obviously, he was so worried about her yet the woman seemed to be nonchalant with her condition as she still played naughty with her brother. Athena glanced at the other person beside him and said, "She looks familiar to me…" Anton's girlfriend came closer to her and smiled. "Of course. I'm Pamela Anderson, one of your seniors." "Oh, I finally remembered you. You always helped me before. Thank you." Athena muttered while smiling. She then darted her gaze back to her brother and winked playfully. "You got my hot senior, huh? Did you cast a spell on her?" "Athena Adams, shut the hell up and tell me how you feel right now." Anton demanded whilst gritting his teet

She wrapped her tiny arms into his brother's torso. Pamela was 8 years old immortal, the 6th daughter of the Berhalksawn family, and the only daughter of Persophone in the family. Today she was wearing a cute pink dress and pink sakura headband, and her cloak don't suit her well. "It's so early Mela," I told her and removed her grip. "But it's already Spring!!! Can't you see it?" She excitedly led me to the balcony of his room that he hadn't opened since yesterday. She opened the curtain, and the wind blew pink sakura inside his room.

I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed. I closed the boots. I heard footsteps coming my way and I looked up to see who was coming. It was Pamela. She was in a blue long-sleeved blouse and tight black jeans that clung to those sexy legs of her her feet covered in black sneakers. Her hair was combed back and she had washed her face. She looked so simple and yet so elegant. My blood fired up with longing every time she was near. However, she was my least favorite person right now and I was not in the mood to listen to whatever she had to say right now. I headed for the driver's seat of my car. I tried with strenuous effort to prevent myself fr

"Oh my. She's hiding something this big from me." Oriaga smiled slyly at that, and he didn't need to memorize a scenario to start the drama of convincing others. He had become a successful businessman and was used to talking about weighty matters, deals, contracts, and other complicated things, so if it were to trick a wealth-crazed woman like Pamela–it would be easy. "Then, where's Amanda?" Oriaga looked around. "Not at home. She just went to the convenience store. I'll call her to get Amanda back soon." Pamela moved to get the cell phone from the room, but Oriaga stopped her.

From the moment someone had snuck up on her, she had suspected Percy. But as she opened her eyes, the person she saw was Pamela. "Pam? Why did you let Percy push you into doing this?" Pamela scoffed, "What are you talking about? I no longer work for that insolent brat. Do you think I am as poor as you are? I only worked in her company as a receptionist because I wanted an opportunity to meet high-profile men, people like Ashton Duke. I finally found him and just before I could weave my way into his heart, you came out of nowhere and snatched him from me."

Andrew introduced himself and told Albert about what had been happening, seeing that I was occupied with my own thoughts. "I know this might not mean anything, but I'm bringing Pamela's financial information. I got this from the divorce settlement thing. It's her list of accounts that needed to be paid monthly. I'm seeing some storage units and a couple of very small estates...." He told Dave and Andrew as he retrieved the piece of paper from his pocket.

Harley beamed, clearly pleased to be the bearer of good news, and took off again before Sharon could say another word. Pamela Lillian Isley was the girl's real name, though everyone called her Pamela Li for short. She was a fiery little redhead with a lot of spunk, the kind of girl who always found trouble without even looking for it. She craved attention and reveled in it whenever she got it, tossing her curls and flashing a dimpled grin at anyone who might be watching.

Pamela stood outside. She wasn’t dressed in one of her elegant evening gowns or expensive silk robes. Instead, she wore an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Her perfectly styled hair was messy. Her eyes were swollen, and she looked…Broken. For a second, neither of us spoke. “Pamela?” I whispered. She looked up slowly. Her eyes were glossy with tears. Without saying a single word, she stepped forward. Instinctively, I opened my arms. The next thing I knew, she had wrapped her arms tightly around me.

“Are we celebrating anything? Why did you cook so much?” Pamela ran towards me and threw her arms around me. “Arya, honey,” she cooed. “How are you? I know it’s been a very exhausting day for you. Oh honey, come here.” She hugged me tight to herself while Lina continued to arrange the dishes on the table. “You must have heard the news,” I muttered. Pamela nodded, pulling away. “And just so you know, I don't believe a word the media says. I remember how horrible Cassandra was when she was a kid. I don’t believe that she has changed.”