Alpha Drexel And Penelope Novels & Stories

“What? That’s outrageous. I think she wants to be sunk to the bottom of the lake. Mr. Rockefeller, is she there? Please pass the phone to her.” Alex pursed his lips at Penelope. By then, Penelope was already drenched in cold sweat. Trembling, she picked up the phone. “Lord… Lord Lex Gunther, I’m Penelope Fernandez.” “You bloody Fernandez!” Lord Lex Gunther yelled.

he growled, then hung up on her. Across his office, Penelope was perched on his desk, her silky legs crossed, a teasing smile on her lips. She wore a navy blue skirt so short it barely covered the black thong peeking through. The business meeting they were supposed to have had derailed long ago, ending instead in a heated make-out session. “Who was that, baby?” Penelope asked in her syrupy voice, twirling a lock of her hair. Andy scoffed. “Just some insect buzzing around. Nothing to worry about.”

I shrug and look around at the party before me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat when I spot Penelope. I have no idea why she has such an unnerving reaction from me, I’m not a stranger to mean girls but there’s just something about her that really makes me tick. Her firey red hair sticks out like a sore thumb against the other people around her. She’s in the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen and she’s topless. She stalks her way to the VIP area and starts to suck on Adria’s neck from behind her. Adria tilts her head back in satisfaction. Penelope walks over to the front of her now and Adria grabs the nape of Penelope’s neck and kisses her so hard. It’s so incredibly uncomfortable but it’s one o

Imelda narrowed her eyes at me before smiling at her cousin. "I don't know what you're so worried about, Pen. You got this in the bag. Delaware won't know what hit her. She picked the wrong pup to mess with. You're a Bloodstone, after all, and we kickass and take names without even breaking a sweat." "If you say so," Penelope grumbled. I moved to grab Penelope as she tried to stand, her legs like jello as she almost toppled over. "Easy, I don't need you are making another visit to the clinic," I warned, my anger slowly diminishing as I looked at the sleepy smile on Penelope's face. Now that I was holding her, I could feel all my anxiety and stress melting away.

Penelope sat across from him, legs crossed, chattering animatedly with her hands. “…I swear, if I don’t get to wear something from Chanel or Dior, I might just die,” Penelope was saying, flipping her hair over her shoulder like she was in a commercial. “We’re not just any pack. This is the Eldridge Pack’s anniversary—we can’t show up like peasants.” I kept my expression neutral. Just a maid. Just furniture with eyes. The Luna glanced up at my arrival. “Ah, Raine. Good. Just in time.”

The woman beamed, sprinting up, “Hello! Are you Cal’s assistant?” Penelope walked to her desk, “Yes I am.” “Oh wow! You're a pretty one. Vanessa Dawson, you?” Vanessa stretched forth her hand and Penelope's jaw fell. Vanessa…Dawson? As in…Calvin's sister?! She had seen her on I*******m, but she was even more beautiful in real life. And it was now she noticed the resemblance. “Hi ..hi, nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Penelope Adams,” Penny shook her hand shakily and the girl giggled.

Because whatever this thing is between Adrian and me, I’m still not ready to put a name to it. As the conversation flows, lights very much brighten up the place. Penelope starts talking about the latest war between drama queens in her office. She goes on and on about this colleague who is a tension magnet and a chaos creator at work in a team. They are all her stories about this person, full of funny stuff that we can't help but laugh along with her.

As I navigated the crowded hallways, bracing myself against the current of students, a familiar voice cut through the din. "Look who I ran into? The cheerleader queen Brooklyn and her little girlfriend." Penelope Swinton stood there, draped in an aura of disdain, her entourage flanking her like a pair of ominous shadows. "That explains the stench of cheap perfume from miles away," she sneered, her gaze piercing through me as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience in her day.

'Maybe she only knows a woman by that name and mentioned it without knowing that I knew someone like that' Jareth mentally says to himself, but, immediately, he is struck by the naivety of that thought. He knew that something had happened to make her mention it especially to her and he understood that her answer was related to the party and how from one moment to the next she had stopped being the sweet woman, to be annoying and distant, like now. "Who told you the existence of Penelope, Adhara?" asks Jareth interrupting the person exposing and astonishing the two men who know that mentioning that name, did not mean good news. "We are in an important meeting, can you focus on this, Mr. Every