Pamela Franklin Novels & Stories

The lady looked like a supermodel, and I was thinking, Amelia was cute, but this lady looked more like a goddess. "Mom, what's going on here? You cannot enter my house with this woman?" Franklin blocked the door entrance, his voice firm as he went out and slammed the door behind him. He didn't allow his mother or the new lady entry, and I knew that Mrs. Howard would be after me if she already knew that I was the cause of my husband's and my childlessness. I moved over to the window to listen to their conversation. "Franklin, aren't you ashamed of your childlessness? All your mates are married and have children, while you are here with that prostitute daughter!" Mrs. Kimberly's voice was loud

“Frank, are you still sleeping?” Franklin sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. “I was on the phone earlier. What’s wrong?” Frederick didn’t answer right away. His gaze had dropped, caught by the bold lettering on Franklin’s boxers. ‘Only for my wife.’ Why was he feeling so uncomfortable about this mysterious woman? Was it because Franklin had refused to introduce her to the group? With Tristan claiming with confidence that his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, was Franklin afraid someone might steal her from him or was everything he was saying about her shyness true?

She was slender, exuding a natural grace, her thick raven black hair was flowing freely in waves halfway down her back. Pamela, on the other hand, stood at an impressive height of 5 feet 10 inches. Her past life as a supermodel and a former beauty queen lent her an air of sophistication and elegance that she wore effortlessly. Pamela's expression held a hint of exasperation as she regarded her daughter. Pamela loved everything about her daughter aside from a total lack of interest in mingling with people. "Bernice, I understand your love for books, but your youth is meant for more than just hiding away in pages and imaginary worlds," Pamela remarked, her voice carrying a mix of concern and f

The kind that felt steady and safe. He would be the type of man who treated a woman well, I thought with a quiet, bitter sort of amusement. The kind who would never make her feel like she was starving for something she couldn’t have. The opposite of Cameron. “Thank you,” I said softly, fastening the chain around my neck. Franklin smiled. “You don’t have to stay locked in your room all day,” he said. “Find something to do until you get pregnant. Go out. Take walks. Live a little.”

This war was becoming more dangerous, would pulling Amelia out of that fucking household not be the best option right now? *** Despite the series of apologies, Pamela still find it difficult to pretend for the camera. The family had granted an exclusive interview to talk about Ryan’s demise and their recovery from it. Pamela had requested specifically for a simple makeover on her face to reduce the paleness. She picked up the matching outfit she was to wear alongside her husband Dickson. After getting dressed and making for the living room, the moment she set her eyes on Dickson, Her hatred for him intensified. She returned back to her room and got undressed, she instructed her stylist to ge

"What is going on with you? Weren't you looking forward to meeting Bev? Didn't you want to welcome her back to the family?" "Welcome her back to the family?" Francine scoffed. "Is she even worthy of me, Francine Chapman, doing that? She's nothing but a shameless woman who steals other people's husbands. Even after remarrying, she's still entangled with her ex-husband! How could a woman like that ever deserve my granddaughter?" Beverly was stunned to learn the elderly lady was Francine Chapman. After all, not only was Francine a leading figure in computer science, but she was also a pioneer in the field of AI.

And a sealed pouch of ice cubes Susan stared at it. Then at her. “You’re Arabella’s friend,” Susan said. “I’m also twenty-three,” Pamela said. “And I’ve wanted to taste your tits for six years.” Susan felt her knees weaken. Keiran let out a low laugh behind her. “She’s bold,” he murmured. “I like her.” Pamela’s eyes flicked to him. “I’m not here for you,” she said. “Not at first. But I’m open to being ruined by both of you… if you’ll let me.”

Standing by one of the tall windows was Pamela, dressed in a simple but elegant cream-colored dress, her posture straight, her expression gentle. Pamela—the first daughter-in-law of the Gray family, she was married to Robert Gray who was William’s elder brother. Pamela had left Los Angeles not long after tragedy struck the Gray family twice in a row. She had buried her husband barely a year after the Patriarch’s sudden passing and the grief had broken her in ways few understood. Rose certainly did.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

She said with a look of longing: "I heard that Mr. Kim from the Kims is rich and handsome. I have to dress up tonight, maybe I will be attracted to Mr. Kim, and I will not have to worry about anything in the future." Seeing that Rachel West didn't say a word and just hung up her clothes, she frowned: "You talk like a mute all day." Rachel West immediately smiled and flattered: ”you’re so beautiful, you must be admired by Mr. Kim from the Kims." These words really spoke to Linda Park's heart. She smiled and said: “don't worry, when I develop, I will never forget you ugly monster." Rachel West smiled, thinking that although Linda Park has a bad temper, she is also very coaxing.