Anthony And Penelope Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I fixed myself on it. With this my seated position, nothing could deny me of getting the best view. Anthony ambled closer to his bed, halting right in front of it. The spare two ladies clawed up to him. Their hands ran through the whole of him. His finger cupped the jaw of one of the ladies and he forcefully locked his lips with hers. Her moan filled the air causing my stomach to knot in disgust. I was hoping to love the action and display. But I was wrong. My veins twisted with each passing second, leaving me with the complete urge of wanting to fuck myself out of here.

Yet she still cheated on him and made him look stupid by kneeling in front of everyone and proposing to her. "What if Remy hadn't told me the truth?" Anthony thought, as he couldn't stand there any more minutes in front of his family. He was embarrassed and saw the disappointed look on everyone's faces after he had rushed out and attacked Remy. "Shìt!" Anthony cursed, annoyed. He paced about in the living room, thinking of what he would do.

"He sounds perfect. Kind, supportive, actually available." "Because I'm an idiot." Penelope laughs without humor. "Because even after you rejected me, even after you married someone else, I couldn't stop wanting you. Pretty pathetic, right?" "No." I say. "Not pathetic. The mate bond is powerful. It doesn't just disappear." "Tell me about it." Penelope finally meets my eyes. "When I heard the almighty Timothy Blackthorn couldn't consummate his marriage, you want to know what I felt?"

Anthony established several rules, including not going anywhere, according to him there was still danger for having killed the council, there were others spread around the world who could retaliate for his actions that were not transferred to those linked to the Clan. My belly was bigger, eight months and three weeks pregnant, the volume made it difficult for Anthony to hold me by the waist to help with the movements, as at this moment when we were on the verge of cumming together, his only choice was to squeeze and pull the bedspread. “Son, it’s time to be born, I need to fuck your mother properly.” He murmurs next to my belly. We already come, we were sweaty, and panting, but I still didn'

"You're the question. There's a difference, even if it doesn't feel like one tonight." I didn't have an answer for him that night, and to his credit, he didn't ask for one, only reached across the table and squeezed my hand once before turning the conversation toward something lighter, the kind of easy, undemanding kindness that had made the last six months bearable in ways I hadn't fully thanked him for. But walking home afterward through the cooling evening streets, streetlamps flickering on one by one as the sky darkened above them, I found myself thinking not of Adrian's steady patience, nor even of Julian's confession in the café, but of Penelope, still out there somewhere, wounded and

Roshan threatened with every ability to do what he said. Lucian calmly kissed Sophia's lips and wished her luck with that she got off his laps and walked towards Penelope with a mocking smile on her lips. Penelope didn't see the mocking smile, hell..she didn't even see her coming. Her gaze was fixed on the man the moon goddess gave her as a mate and she felt numb, so numb that it hurt. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time, it was stupid how she could fall in love with a man that never spared her a second glance, that did whatever he wanted without caring about her feelings.

Author's POV: The door slammed shut behind Alanis, and it felt like the air around Poppy changed. There was a second—just one second—of stillness. Then Penelope snapped. Her heels clicked loudly against the ground as she stormed toward Poppy, grabbing her arm with a force that made Poppy stumble forward. "You little bitch," she hissed under her breath, but her grip said more than the words did. Her nails bit into Poppy's skin. “You ruined everything.”

She chuckled and I did so too, but mine sounded forced and pained. I needed to tell her that I didn’t like her as much as I did. Scratch that, I needed to tell her that my feelings for her had evaporated like it never even existed and that I liked her brother instead before she kissed me again. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Anthony standing by the food table, his one hand in the pocket of his grey pants while the other nursed a plastic red cup with what I’m assuming was a spiked punch inside. His eyes caught mine and for a moment it felt like it was just us two in that big, spacious hall, no sound coming from the speakers, nobody yelling or whooping or having a great time, just us.

Anthony's face flushed with anger, his voice rising. "There's nothing you can do to make it right, Vivian. I thought I could manage a few more months with you, but this clearly shows that you can't live in this house with me! You've made me uncomfortable in my own house a million times, but this is the height of it. I can't take it anymore. This artifact meant more than you could ever imagine, and because of that, I'm going to have to send you..." As Anthony's words trailed, his anger suddenly transformed into something else. His face contorted, and he clutched his chest, gasping for breath. Panic flooded Vivian's veins as she realized something was terribly wrong.

“Penelope had followed through with her promise. She’d broken up with her boyfriend and we were already seeing each other. I had no intention of giving up what we had to marry a stranger. My father didn’t press me on the matter either because he too was skeptical of Nelson’s intentions. “Things eventually took a weird turn when I mentioned Nelson’s proposition to Penelope. We were spending time together in my place one weekend. I was surprised when she told me that Agnes was her friend and they’d been close friends since middle school. “She told me that Agnes was dating a young military officer whom her father didn’t not approve of. The young man was a nobody, according to Nelson.” “Did Pene