Andrea Penrose Novels & Stories

As Jacob was busy pouring the freshly made popcorn into a white bowl, Andrea grabbed her phone, and out of her daily habit, she logged into her I*******m account, scrolling through her feeds until she came across the CEO Wilson post. "Dinner with friends," Andrea smiled faintly, about to exit the app, when she examined the photo closely and caught sight of a lady-like hand on the table. Recalling that Carmen had black nail tints on today that looked like these very ones made her body shake violently in anger.

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

She looked at her phone, still finding no calls or messages from Derek. Wasn't he coming back today? Compared to Tabitha's worries, Andrea seemed carefree and at ease. She had already changed into a dress, her black hair coiled up and adorned with beautiful hair accessories. Andrea, with her slender figure, looked as beautiful and moving as a goddess from Greek mythology in a dress. She had a light grace and extraordinary temperament, making it hard to imagine that she was the mother of two grown-ups. She wasn't wearing any overly extravagant gowns. But Tabitha had a feeling that Andrea, who had given up on Ambrose, was even more stunning.

Noel led Penelope with a hand on her waist to a table. It was hard not to gawk when they were sharing their table with Margaret Freeman, a popular holder of one the seats in the British Parliament, Diane Hickenlooper, a Class 1 US senator, Lazaros Plapoutas, a Greek socialite, a handsome man with a charming smile who held Penny's hand and her gaze a second too long, and several others, some of whom she did not even recognize. There was an air of importance and wealth around them and suddenly she felt insufficient even after all her efforts at creating a comfortable life for herself.

PENELOPE Hi I'm Penelope Gabrielle Avery, 17 years old. Yes, I'm the famous, gorgeous, and rich heir of Avery Corporation, but I don't really know much about dad's business. I lost my mom when I was 8, car accident. So, I'm living with my dad who only comes home once or twice a month. It isn't a big deal though since he buys me gifts from his business trips abroad. And yes, I'm the only child so he spoils me. I can have everything I want to have.

She caught Rose’s reflection in the mirror and offered a weak smile. Rose grinned back. "You look amazing, Andrea. Absolutely stunning." Andrea glanced down at the intricate dress she wore. It was a deep emerald green that complemented her eyes, the fabric flowing like liquid silk. The bodice was fitted, adorned with delicate beadwork that shimmered in the light. Her hair had been styled into loose waves, cascading down her back, with a few strands artfully pinned back to frame her face. The makeup was subtle but enhanced her natural beauty, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Dad started to question me. “What? No, dad. I didn’t leave the house.” I say reassuring him. “It was as if my soul had been teleported to her presence. Like she had summoned me.” “Is this possible, Penelope?” My father grew a little anxious. “Yeah, but requires a ridiculous amount of power and experience.” She explains. “Well, then we can say that it was in fact the moon goddess. She’s the most powerful being that exists.” Mom says. ‘One of them, at least mom.’ I chuckle.

he grabbed Penelope by the face and kissed her, it felt like forever. I cleared my throat, drawing their attention, and he turned to me with a beaming smile. As he left, my gaze met Penelope's stunning brown eyes. Her radiant smile revealed a captivating confidence that made her resemble a masterpiece from an art gallery. With her fiery red curls cascading around her, she stood at an impressive 5'6" with curvaceous features. We were of similar height, but she possessed an aura that dominated the room, Penelope lived life fearlessly, not caring about other's opinions. In that moment. I couldn't help but envy her incredible life and magnetic personality.

"Ms. Young, please wait for a moment. Mr. Jenson is still in a meeting. He will be here in fifteen minutes. Please make yourself comfortable and let me know if you need anything." "Okay, thank you," Andrea replied. Andrea's sponsor appeared in 15 minutes, just as she was told. The first time she saw the person on TV appear in front of her, Andrea instinctively stood up. "Hello, Mr. Jenson. I'm Andrea Young, who you've funded." Quinton Jenson smiled. His elegant temperament exuded inadvertently, giving people a good impression of him. Quinton said, "Ms. Young, don't mention it. Please sit down."