Anthony And Penelope Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Each encounter, each whispered secret, each shared glance only served to strengthen their bond, weaving a tapestry of connection that felt unbreakable. With Anthony, she felt safe to explore every facet of her being, to dive into the depths of her desires and to emerge transformed, more vibrant and alive than ever. This chapter of their lives had reached a beautiful climax, but the story was far from over; it was a promise of many more adventures to come, more moments of pure, unfiltered passion that awaited them just around the corner, and she could hardly contain her excitement for what lay ahead.

" You keep stealing glances at me. Speak now,or remain silent forever." A sigh of defeat escaped her lips. " We are to be a couple." Anthony groaned. "I don't want this,but there's no way out. And as much as I think we will never grow to love each other,I at least thought we would be friends." "friends?" "Yes,friends." Her voice came in a shallow whisper. "I don't keep friends. They're unimportant." A silence grew between them. Anthony picked up his phone. Sandra remained awkwardly seated on the chair.

They were high-school sweethearts, had Anthony in college and got married right after. Most times I'd wished Ryan would love me the way Derek loved Vanessa. But it was too late for wishes. Ryan and I were done. When dinner was finally ready, Vanessa checked her phone. “Antonio is running late,” she sighed. “He's always busy. I’m sorry, Sophie.” “It’s fine,” I smiled. “I’m just curious to see how Anthony looks now.” Vanessa smiled softly. “He prefers Antonio these days.” “Anthony,” I repeated stubbornly.

He stared at me the way a predator stared at his prey, like he wanted to see into my soul. The things I could do to him on that bed. The things he could do to me in this empty room and at this particular time. No one was here and the wedding wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "Penny for your thoughts?" He asked. I stared at him for a while not quite understanding what he meant by that. I kept on standing on that particular spot for some reason. "What?" I finally asked somewhat stupidly. Anthony chuckled, a low dark sound that vibrated around the room "Penny for your thoughts?" He repeated.

growled Anthony, ignoring Rhone the stranger continued to lash flirty jabs at me, "Do you taste as sweet as you look?", Anthony bang his fists against his desk, "I SAID TO FUCKING LEAVE HER ALONE PETER ATKINS!" Even though Anthony's voice stood tall and strong and made me piss my pants a little, it had no effect on the man, he only smirked, blew me a kiss, and left. Who the fuck was that? And why did Anthony get so defensive?

Like rain on ash and something sharp beneath. Penelope ran her fingers over the edge of the desk, breathing in the stillness. It should’ve comforted her. But it didn’t. Because she wanted him. Okay, maybe she’d denied it to herself before—but she did. And he didn’t want her. She had to acknowledge that, even if it hurt. That the mate the Moon Goddess gave her didn’t want her. “How long do you plan on lurking at the door, angel?” came a low voice from the shadows.

"I plan to travel to where my wife is. I plan to try a future with her. Even if this is difficult in a situation like ours. She's still wanted. Even if I'm free, she won't be. Not only for the police, but for all the others who also believe that the members of the Brotherhood need to pay for their crimes. So the situation will still be complicated even after all, but at least we will have each other. At least I will be able to sleep and wake up with the certainty that we regret it and are on the right track. At least I'll know that we only did what we did because we believe it was better than hunger or prostitution. I believe that someday there will be a world in which we will be free. And I

I did not look at Kimberly, who looked like she was about to faint from terror. I slowly turned my head and looked directly at Penelope. She was standing three feet away, her breath even, her dark eyes completely calm as she stared at the massive green stain spreading across my chest. Our eyes locked. The tension between us stretched so tight it felt like a wire about to snap. “You look a mess, Julian,” Penelope whispered.

“You told me yesterday how you want things to end and how you need things to be from now on, so tell me why we should share a room, Anthony? This marriage is a contract, isn’t it? Which means, there is no reason for us to share a room, unless we have guests sleeping over. Then we can pretend to be the happy couple that is madly in love with each other.” I wanted him to feel hurt by his stupid decision just as I was and with the flash of something in his eyes, I knew that he was, which made me very satisfied with myself. “Sandy.” He sighed and took a step toward me. “I… Okay…Fine. That will even be better because that way we can form self-control, seeing we have now had sex.” Anthony cleared

“We suspect he’s planning something bigger.” We? The word made my fists clench. Alexander started to cry then, his face scrunching red with frustration. Nothing I’d tried in the car had worked—not singing, not the stupid rattle Kelsey had packed, not changing the radio station. “Give him here.” Penelope appeared from the living room, moving past Julian without a glance. She wore faded jeans and an oversized sweater that somehow made her look both soft and untouchable. Her scent hit me when she got close. My hands shook as I transferred Alexander, our fingers brushing during the handoff.