Birthday Girl Penelope Douglas Mga Nobela at Kwento

Authroess POV James turned off the hidden camera he placed in Penny's mansion "This is gonna be your last birthday Max"he brought out a gun from his drawer handed for Penny's manison

I missed you" "You just coax me" Penelope let go of the Bridge and said confidently, "I didn't coax you, I really miss you "Don't you think I'm just joking if I don't come to see me yet" Penelope chuckled and said, "I was busy a while ago" "Well, you're really busy, making headlines every day" Penelope blushed with embarrassment. Bridget turned his gaze to Badaire Coman at the dining table. Badaire Coman stood up and walked up to Bridget, actively extending her hand. "Hello, Auntie, I'm Badaire Coman

I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, the paper cold in my hands, and I thought about the woman in the documentary, the one who’d packed her bag and run. She’d been smart. She’d been fast. I was neither. I was just a girl with a dead father, a failing career, a sister who needed me, and forty‑two thousand dollars I would never have. I looked at the contract again. Doll. And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to sign it.

I’m really close to 23, anyway. Penelope’s lips curved into a small ‘O’ before she looked at Pierce. "Piercy is turning 28 this year and... I’m 25!" The surprise was still evident on her face. "Oh, my goodness! S-Sorry, I just didn’t expect that. But really, age doesn’t matter as long as you’re both consenting adults." I felt relieved by what she said. I thought she would oppose whatever Pierce and I had going on. Penelope is friendly, though, her personality is quite different from Pierce’s. Pierce tends to joke around more, while Penelope has this mix of being cold yet approachable.

“People are around!” Bella shrugged, not even pretending to lower her voice. “What? It’s a valid question I asked.” Penelope leaned closer, lowering her head. “Fine, and no. I haven’t had sex. Not ever.” Bella blinked at her. “Girl, you're still a virgin? At twenty-four.” “I know how old I am, dummy.” “Then why haven't you?”. Penelope shrugged, not really concerned. “Babe, you’re smart, hot in a quiet way, and you write codes like magic. You could even have any guy in this place if you wanted.”

It had been a whirlwind of a day, filled with surprises, unexpected turns, and a heap of emotions. In the middle of our journey, I turned to Penelope and asked, "So, tell me what happened earlier. You guys caught me off guard." Penelope smiled, her eyes shining with mischief. "Well, while we were on our date, Aiden and the rugby boys were busy preparing everything for your birthday surprise."

She said, Then, she said, “Do you know how I met Freddy?” Penelope shook her head. A bitter smile slip onto her face, “Some years ago. Actually, it was about two years ago.” She started. “It was my birthday. The most lavish birthday party was thrown for the only Pollen heiress. Me.” She smiled ruefully at the last word. Penelope listened intently, walking in the memory with her. “It was the talk of the town for weeks.” Her eyes held some hurt. “But not because of how lavish it was.” She shook her head. “No. It was because I was abduction at my 23rd birthday party.”

On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her. Courtney was a very elegant young girl who adored fashion and always wore tight-fitting mini gowns that could barely fit anyone her age. To her, looking beautiful and feeling confident in what she wore always kept her positive. On this day, she was turning 18 and I had picked out a short cherry-red gown, a small fancy bag and some very pretty diamond earrings which I found in the jewelry shop the day before. I just knew She'd love them as she had always wanted a pair of diamond earrings.

she gushed, not moving to touch the hairpin. I sighed, “Korra, your name is inscribed on it.” “What?!” Killain looked at me. “How do you know that?” She asked, glancing between Killain and I. “I would like to know what this is about,” Penelope asked, standing beside her daughter. “Did you forget that I gifted you this hairpin?” I asked, returning the favor by ignoring her. “That I had it specially crafted for your eighteenth birthday. Your name is inscribed on the inside. I suppose you didn't take time to observe it.”

“The doctors helped me.” “Which doctors?” Penelope moved closer, her heels clicking like gunshots on the tiled floor. She leaned down, pushing her face right into mine. “Name one, Vivian. Just one doctor from your childhood.” “Stop it,” I whispered, pulling back. “Name them!” Penelope slammed her glass onto the table. The champagne spilled over, soaking the white tablecloth. “Penelope, please,” Eleanor said softly, but she didn’t look angry. She looked amused. She was watching me break. “Let the girl speak. Unless, of course, she has nothing to say.”