Pamela Franklin Novels & Stories

It was easy to find a man who had just ‘disappeared’ twenty-five years ago—especially when you had incalculable wealth and resources at your fingertips. Pamela didn’t know what she had been expecting—but it certainly wasn’t a rather sad-looking man with grey hair and tawny eyes. Recently widowed, John Franklin was overjoyed to meet her and her family. His own personal regret was that he and his wife had never been able to have children of their own.

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."

Lauren slept over all that she had managed to read and learn about Lucious from Pamela. Pamela was something else, when it comes to anything that concerns Lucious. She had a whole Journal written about Lucious Mendez, she seem to know a lot about him, even though she never spoke to him, but then, Lauren isn't surprised. Pamela have always had a strong crush on Lucious, that even in her room, she have all this pictures from Magazines and newspapers of him, and she never hid her feelings, she was always open about it, to anyone, who wanted to know.

“ Jacob that’s not how -“ “ I will tell you why “ snarling I went face to face with Franklin “ you made me feel like this because you knew that by doing so you will make me live a life where I wouldn’t open myself to others , where I wouldn’t give enough of myself to the people I care about so that they could see the real me , the real Jacob Knight - because if I do that , If I really love them , then I will give them a chance to reject me - and because I was afraid of rejection or being ignored, I would instead reject these people first . Amazing tactic right , the more I push people away from myself the more alone I will become and if I don’t have anyone close to me , I wouldn’t care ab

I guess Pam hadn't found someone else to take my spot either. Pam quirked a manicured brow at me as I approached the counter. Sara raised both brows in an awkward exchange and let out a cough to end the silence that fell over all of us. "What, are you here to beg for your job back?" Pam asked as she continued to wipe down the countertops. I honestly felt guilty as I watched her clean the diner and take orders. Although she owns the place, this is completely out of her comfort zone. Pam is a very... high-maintenance woman. She is confident and loves to dress the part. I can tell with her full face done in makeup that she didn't expect to be here today.

Alice bowed her head obediently and admitted her mistake, "Yes, aunt Ophelia!" If it weren’t for the housekeeper, Alice’s first cousin who was once removed from the family, she would not even have the chance to work there. However, she didn’t think that she did anything wrong. She knew that Jean Mitchell was a celebrity who had a bad reputation in the entertainment industry. ‘If a woman like her can become Mr. Mann’s woman, why can’t I?’ Ever since she laid her eyes on Etan a year ago, she had been completely falling head over heels for him.

Irene secretly wiped her tears and said with a gloomy expression, “Thomas is such a good kid. How much have we benefited from him all these years? In the end, you still want to plot this and frame him. Dear, we will be punished by God if we do this!” “Bah! Stop being so petty.” Franklin wanted to ignore the woman. He did not care about God’s punishment or any moral standard. All he needed was power. As long as he could support Shawn in getting the position, it was worth putting in more effort. He could only blame Thomas for being so ignorant! Franklin scoffed. He felt delighted. He had finally gotten rid of a big enemy. At that moment, the door to Room Number Three was opened. Everyone looke

Leah sighed softly, giving Pamela's Palm a soft squeeze. Such a decent girl, grew up in the same house with that rascal daughter of Freya and Freddie Grayson. She had waited to have a private talk with the doctor and the result of it was that she should be at ease. Pamela is pure inside as much as she appears outside. Her virginity is still intact. How she wished that Louis was fine, that he would make her a woman, showering her with all the love she can ever get.

"I am involved in this too, and if you're too excited for the journey of the afterlife, then I am not, and this is not the way I want to go." "Too bad for you then, and why are you telling me? What can I do for you?" She threw at me, and I took a deep breath, holding in my anger. "If it had nothing to do with you, I wouldn't be here," I said. "Now, will you shut your mouth for a moment so I can speak? You don't even know what I am here for." "It's almost not hard to tell, but anyway, you can go ahead." "After all these years, Franklin decided to bring in another woman," I started, and she interrupted me with a chuckle.

As he scanned through the files, one photograph caught his attention. It was a picture of a woman wearing a black tank top and fitted jeans. Franklin felt like he's being dragged back to the past. Back to the time when Violet was hailed as the Queen of the town. Franklin didn't have to ask his brother, his guts is already telling him that the woman in the picture is Patricia Harringron. ----------------