Bridgerton Fanfiction Penelope Novels & Stories

Bethany shut her eyes and willed herself to stay calm until she heard some footsteps approaching where she stood. “Beth.” Killian called and walked over to her. Penelope watched him walk to where she stood. The ambience she felt being with him faded with each step he took away from her. Reality was blurred with her desires. For a moment, it felt like he was hers. But the reality in front of her showed otherwise. “I should go.” Penelope muttered under her breath. No one seemed to be paying attention to her. Except for Pamela who somehow inexplicably loathed her with passion.

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’m fine, Little one. There’s no need to concern yourself.” Penelope pulls me closer to her embrace with a nod. I won’t pretend that I don’t feel that this woman is holding me in her arms as if she never wants to let me go. Without a thought, I reach for the straps of her dress and lower them until her dress is around her waist and her bare breasts are touching my chest. Penelope glances trustingly up at me from beneath her lashes and raises her lips to mine, nipping my bottom lip before she slides her little tongue between my lips.

She thought to herself, “I swear, I was just passing by.” Brayden scoffed, tilting his head slightly. “Just passing by?” Darla smirked, her nails trailing along his shoulder as he continues f**king her with his fingers, doubling it. “Sounds like she was hoping for an invitation.” Penelope’s stomach twisted. Brayden’s gaze flickered toward her, and something dark flashed in his expression. “Tell me, Penelope,” he murmured, his voice taunting. “Were you hoping I’d drag you inside? That I’d give you what you’ve been aching for?”

An eye for an eye Penelope thought about it for a bit, then smiled maliciously. “I knew that boy would pull something. What a fine husband Alexandra has found herself.” She said to herself: She heard distant footsteps. It seems her Fiancé was here. She walked towards her mother’s bed. “At least you will prove useful now, mother.” Penelope prepared for an act.

Sabrina whispered, her voice cracking. “It’s Clara,” Penelope said confidently. “I’ve seen her lurking on social media, commenting on old photos. She’s obsessed with Benedict, and she’s clearly threatened by you.” She stood with heels clicking sharply on the shiny floor, going toward the window. Before her spread out a city skyline of glittering beauty, to lose herself in for an instant. She gripped the tablet in her hands, feeling the sharp edges of it press into her palms, grounding her amidst the chaos of thoughts swirling inside her head.

Amanda agreed eagerly, "She's always been desperate to steal what's yours. Eugene doesn't even want her anymore, yet she still won't let go. If she weren't hovering around him, he'd be yours already! "But you've got the ultimate trump card—his child. Once you give birth, he'll dump Jacklyn for good!" Penelope's expression darkened, urgency coiling tight in her chest. Amanda's words might have held some truth, but Eugene was still under Jacklyn's spell. "I can't wait any longer. I need to see him now!" After touching up her makeup, Penelope marched straight to Eugene's office. "Gene, you haven't come to see me since what happened. I've missed you!"

She asked as she accessed our table. “Nah, I'm good. I realized that I have somewhere to be.” I took a glance at my wristwatch, playing out my expression. I was tired of the conversation already. “You do?” Pen pouted, not happy with the news as she sat on her husband's lap. His eager hands went around her waist. “That's a pity. I was just thinking of making you guys something. One of my specialties.” She grinned, her dark eyes twinkling. “Don't worry, we are staying.” That was Damien to her. I didn't blame him, nobody wants to miss out on her food. Penelope was a chef.

Savannah and I had been deep in our own world—laughing over white lace sets and whispered advice about wedding nights—when her voice sliced through everything. Now the three of us stood in the narrow aisle between the bridal whites and the deeper, more sinful reds, the tension thick enough to taste. “Easy there,” Penelope said, her tone dripping with mock concern. She tilted her head, blonde hair falling in a perfect, glossy curtain over one shoulder, and pointed one manicured finger at my right hand. “I’m a lawyer. Can’t be seen engaging in brawls and catfights. So you might want to release that fist before someone gets the wrong idea.”

Although Dorian didn't kill the lycan,at least the lesson he had thought him today would make him think twice in the future before addressing his mate with such disrespectful words. ×××××××××× Evening had already come and Penelope was still counting her stars on being let off from this place. She was currently crutched up on the largely sized bed by a corner with her legs held up and her head placed against her knee. All the while, thinking of how her mother was doing. The click sound of the door pulled her attention to the man who walked in. His expression was slightly hard when he came in but once he was in,it softened.