Bridgerton Fanfiction Penelope Novels & Stories

Her mood was a bit damp, mostly because of her mother's eagerness to get her married and the other being that she can't get the silver-haired man or better still the king away from her mind. "And who is the lucky man capable of stealing your heart, Lady Penny?" A soft voice whispered behind her which made her gasp in shock. "Eloise!" Whimpered Penelope annoyingly. Eloise's lips broke into a huge smile and in the process decided to sit beside her closest friend. "Is that how to welcome back your only friend," said Eloise with a little bit of annoyance in her voice. "I'm sorry my queen!" Penelope responded and stood up to give her a bow.

I can definitely see why Steph turns into a 6th grade girl just talking about him. Once again, I see Penelope. She’s acting like she owns the place swaying her hips with a drink in hand, boobs completely hanging out, and in a black lace nearly see-through skirt that hardly covers her lady area. She’s wearing shiny black stilettos that are way too high for her own good. She spots me looking at her, looks between Steph and me, smirks, puts her drink down on the table in front of where Julian is sitting, and climbs up onto his lap. What she does next makes my blood boil, she full-on starts making out with him.

she says. We all nod. “So, at the end of season two, her friend found out she’s this Lady Whistledown who wrote shit about her and in the same night she overhears her crush talking shit about her?” Kendell asks. Dianna nods. “Damn talk about hitting you when you’re down…” I whistle. “Play the damn thing I’m interested now…” Kendell says. Paige switches on the tv and looks for the Bridgerton. “Oh, right there’s this girl called Cressida she’s a big bully to Penelope…” Dianna says.

“Yes. I hate his guts. The only reason I’m going through with this is to make fun of him.” Serena looked at her in reproach. “That’s not very nice.” She fluffed Kat’s hair to fall in loose curls around her small face. “Perfect,” Serena’s smile was smug. “You’re ready,” “You’re what?” Evan exclaimed. ”I’m setting you up,” Penelope answered. She sat demurely in her favorite chair, her bejeweled fingers lifting a china tea cup to her lips. “But why?” He didn’t bother to hide his annoyance.

Then at Tristan, found his eyes boring into mine, and looked away. “I do so hate to be terribly rude, Miss—” “Penelope.” She supplied quickly. “All my friends call me Pen.” “Ah…” Tristan smiled again. “If I could steal Mr. Bracknell away from you for a while…” Penelope nodded vigorously, bobbing on the spot until August snaked a hand in hers. “Come on. I’m much better company, anyway.” I watched them leave, August whispering something into Penelope’s ear, just like she had done with Tristan. The effect was instantaneous. Penelope threw her head back, too, laughing.

Andy offered, reaching for her hand with the kind of tenderness that made Anna’s stomach churn. She shook her head slightly, disgusted. He had never looked at her like that for years now ,not even in the early days. “No need,” Penelope said, still smiling. “I can find my way.” “Alright.” Andy leaned over and pecked her on the cheek before she walked away. But once she turned the corner and was out of sight, Penelope didn’t go left. She turned right, toward the kitchen. With silent steps, she slipped inside. Her eyes landed on the oven, and a wicked smile curled on her lips.

“Anne reported that his majesty’s mark had disappeared, we all know what that mean your majesty.” “But when we visited the ship there were no mermaid in sight, where could she have gone?” “I do not know, but we all know women are greedy creatures, we can use the throne to bait her to her death.” Briar said. “Ah… now you are giving me important information little Briar, considered your request for a favor granted.” Penelope says extending her hand to Briar, “Just make sure you make yourself available anytime I need you.” The two women shake hands, Briar had smiled before bowing to leave the room, seems her plan B is a good plan.

As I quickened my pace toward the end of the corridor, a few steps away from Charles, I heard a familiar female voice, "Oh, Charles!" After hearing the cutesy voice, Madelyn and I exchanged glances. That's Penelope! "Penelope, I served you with my fingers last night. Why are you so dissatisfied?" Charles is less enthusiastic than Penelope. "It's daytime now," he said, "If you want to do something, do it at night." "But I can't wait..." said Penelope, standing on Tiptoe. She put her arms around Charles's neck. "I don't want to leave you for a second!"

Penelope still insisted that Simon should have a child with another woman. “Sebastian is my child. I’ll not fail to save him.” “I just don’t understand what’s so great about that Sharon Jeans?! Why are you so adamant about having her?” Penelope was still angry when she spoke about this matter and wished that Sharon could disappear completely. Simon said slowly after a few moments of silence, “Penelope, if you really love someone, you’ll understand.” Penelope’s expression changed slightly. These words seemed to remind her of something and she suddenly fell silent.

And eat his breakfast. - Penelope flipped her hair as she re-read the text that Ace sent to her. Doesn't he know what she had done to his lover? Does he forget that she's his current lover? Penelope was tempted to show him the opposite of what he wanted. For Penelope, Ace was being stubborn and blind, he doesn't know what he was doing. From what she could fathom, Ace was turning his back to his family for a woman. A thing he'd never do when they're together.