Alpha Drexel And Penelope Novels & Stories

I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me. “You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.” Everyone froze. That voice. I turned my head toward the doorway. Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.

Chapter 1 “Oh my God, Elle… where do you even get all these crazy things from?” Penelope’s voice echoes across the living room as she sits cross-legged on the couch, holding up a pair of designer heels like they might vanish if she lets go of them. The red soles catch the afternoon light coming through the windows, shining almost as brightly as the pile of boxes scattered across the coffee table. “These modelling gigs can’t be paying that well,” she adds, narrowing her eyes at the shoes before glancing back at me.