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.

JENSYN The pencil rolled off the table and hit the floor with a soft clatter, but Andrea didn't bat an eye at it. She just sat there, arms folded across her chest, her math book open in front of her. She wasn't looking at the pages either; her eyes were on the window. I bent to pick up the pencil and placed it back by her hand. “You’ve been on that same problem for ten minutes,” I murmured, watching her face. She didn’t blink.

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 –”

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?"

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” Rosa took a step closer, her expression turning hostile. “Oh, don’t play innocent. You waltz in here, barely a day in the company, and already you’re getting high-profile projects? Leading campaigns? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been here, waiting for an opportunity like that?” Penelope sighed. “I was given the project by Mrs. Jenkins. I didn’t steal anything from you.” Rosa scoffed. “Of course, you’d say that. But let’s be real—you’re just another ambitious newcomer looking to step on those of us who worked hard to be here.”

Elias commands. Killian is still too shocked to speak. He has never seen Andrea like this. She refused to wear revealing dresses, finding the best comfort in hoodies and sweat-shirts. Above all, she didn't do make up. Not because she didn't like it but because she didn't know how to do it. The misplaced lipsticks on her lips and rosy cheeks making her look like a clown instead, vouch for that statement. He thought Andrea was over Sebastian but he guesses not. “This is not a bikini! It's a one piece dress!” Andrea protests, trying to lengthen the dress by pulling on it but it springs right back to its place.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.