Pamela Franklin Novels & Stories

Sometimes she would come back in tears and would lament hw many other girls were throwing themselves at him. Pamela is a beautiful, light-skinned girl with a petite stature. She would be described as nerdy, you know, with her cute glasses and all, then the huge fact that she took her studies extremely seriously. She was the one that initiated me into the night class thingy, which had grown to become a big part of me. A walking, talking, breathing encyclopedia, is what she is known for. Anything we desired to know, we would go to her. She might not have the answers then, but within minutes, she would come back with what you sook and more.

Her manager had secretly shared Jane's schedule of the day with some anti-fans and Leslie sat ready to watch a good show. Pamela drove to the private residence of Jane and her husband, she had been permitted to enter by Damon. Pamela had prepared a dress for her to wear but as she drove and got closer, she realized she was already well dressed, and not only was she dressed in a white bareback dress, which covered her body loosely. She looked absolutely stunning. Damon walked over and kissed her on the lips. Pamela was happy she had a man who cared for her, he knew just how to treat her like the Queen she was.

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!”

"My name is Peter Winston. I've searched for you everywhere including the social media but couldn't get you. I never knew you changed your name" "I'm sorry, I didn't change my name at any point in time. I'm sure you got the wrong person" "No. You're the right person. I'm surprised you aren't bearing your father's name" "Please sir, my name is Grace Anslem. I'm not in for this joke. So I'll simply hang up" "Hang on! Listen to me carefully. Your real name is Grace

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Chapter 3: "Warning," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── The most ironic thing about your first impression of me—I looked like, 'butter would melt.' Elders at my hometown always goes around saying that I had the most beautiful, angelic features, and an air of innocence that made me seem like the kind of person who would always be happy, giddy, and bubbly—a person that will brought glee. But as they got to know me, they would slowly realized that I am anything but innocent. I have a dark side. I have a sordid past. I have a history of all things miserable and morbid.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO RHYS’ POV Pamela kept a sinister smile on her face. I couldn’t imagine the kind of person she was. So much for picking random girls and sleeping with them, thinking that it wasn’t going to hunt you in the future. “At that moment, flashes of my past life appeared briefly in front of me, and it seemed like the remorse that cringed me wasn’t ready to let go.”

Pamela That year was decisive for Pamela. After years of waiting, the term of John’s marriage contract was finally coming to an end—and with it, the chance to achieve her greatest goal: to officially become Pamela Walker. Linking her name to one of the most powerful and influential businessmen in the world was not just a personal achievement, but the crowning glory of her relentless ambition.

Greeting them at the top of the staircase was yet another exhibit, this one devoted to Elizabeth Paine. I read aloud: “Hester Prynn, Hawthorne’s most famous character, the woman at the center of The Scarlet Letter, the woman who was persecuted for refusing to reveal the true identity of her child’s father, was, many scholars say, based on a real-life Salem resident: Elizabeth Paine. No scholar has ever been able to identify the lineage of Elizabeth’s child, as she refused to reveal to any of the townsfolk who the father really was. Legend has it that he was a mysterious man, come over on a ship from Europe, and that their romance was a forbidden one.