Andrea Penrose Novels & Stories

What if they are dead? No no no, stop thinking about that shit. I would give anything to see Carl right now. I want him to be here. "You are not eating honey" I lift my gaze from the full plate of pasta to look at Andrea. She's doing so well so far, her beauty is back and she's a gorgeous piece of work. Her black hair is tied up in a clean ponytail and her face is made up. She wanted to start afresh so she had her hair dyed.

ANDREA Andrea hadn't worn heels in a long time. The last time was for her father’s funeral. But today—today was a special day. It was the day her company’s products got to be in the market for the first time. Andrea had worked on this product for years now. It was a newly developed heart valve. She couldn’t help but remember the nights she found it difficult to sleep. The multiple grant rejections, the way different companies laughed at her pitch every time she presented the idea?

Her world was family, home, and their son, Aiden. She turned back to Andy—expecting him to refocus, to continue. But he was still staring. Still smiling. Maybe now, Anna thought. Maybe now he’ll thank me. But then Andy did something she hadn’t prepared for. Still holding the mic, he stepped off the stage and walked straight to Penelope. “I want to say a big thank you to Penelope Kings,” he said warmly, his voice slicing through the quiet. “An outstanding woman who has made all of our recent projects successful.”

The male candidates fared no better, spouting rehearsed nonsense from their ivy league backgrounds. I turned, ready to dismiss whoever had walked in. “The interviews are over. You can—” The words died in my throat. Andrea stood just inside the doorway. The same wide eyes. The same full lips. Five years had only sharpened her beauty and added a quiet strength to her posture. She wore a simple white blouse and black skirt that hugged her figure modestly. Her fingers clutched a folder so tightly the edges bent. For a split second, the entire chaotic morning vanished. The investor pullouts, my grandfather’s pressure, Elena’s endless games. All of it faded against the woman who had haunted every

Andrea pointed herself and continued, “Look at me, I’m not beautiful. I’m just a nobody, but a mere online seller.” “You pushed him away?” Miss Mina was surprised. She scolded Andrea and said, “What’s into your mind? Why did you let him go? It’s already an opportunity for you to become rich. So, what if you’re not beautiful? You can undergo a plastic surgery –”

Andrea Pendragon is a beautiful girl with a charming personality, age nineteen, a year older than Danial and Seiran. She had short mud blond hair that barely reached her nape. The vibrant emerald eyes had a transparent blue tone in them. Her unique eye color always attracted others. She had pale white skin to the point of being sickly, thick eyelashes, and an upturned nose with freckles adorning her face. Her beauty lies in her genuine and charming smile.

It can be a lead… I decided to confront the author, a man named Victor James, who was known for his temper. Even though it’s my third day here, Victor is also a known author and I have read his works. He is really competitive, and I understand because he has great books, too. I found him in the break room, nursing a cup of coffee. "Victor, can we talk?" He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Haven Thorne… Joaquin’s future wife. Sure, what about?"

" He asked. Andrea looked down at her tools and mentally calculated how much time she needed. But she realised that time was too much. She would be done in a day and a half. She thought. "No, I don't need am extra day," she said. But Mr rose didn't have anything else to offer and the CEOs face kept flashing in his mind. "No, I insist…" he said, but Andrea could tell that he wanted to say more. She however had some thing to say too. "It's fine then, and I will oy wear what I am asked to wear." Andrea said in a final tone and Mr Rose could only apologise again.

Counterclockwise, she glanced over the familiar faces, happy to see each one. Andrea, of course, was sitting directly to her left. Coming from a lengthy history of politicians, confidence flowed through her veins- you could tell just by the way she carried herself; it practically radiated off of her. Most people typically mislabeled her as a know-it-all, but Jade didn't believe that to be true. Andrea had no problem admitting when she was wrong, but that rarely happened. Not because she knew everything, but because she never stepped into an argument that she knew she couldn't win. She wasn't afraid to vocalize her opinion and never backed down from a challenge; it was an admirable trait. Her

Clearly he hasn't changed one bit. Mason braced a hand on his hip."I can explain, this isn't what it looks like." I turned my back to him and walked into the bedroom. Penelope was still resting peacefully in her new stroller that Mason had bought a day earlier. When I walked back out of the room with baby in arms, the blonde woman had gone. Mason was walking back from the door of the hotel suite."That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time."