Bridgerton Fanfiction Penelope Novels & Stories

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.

Penelope's POV: “You can just get her anything. It doesn't matter what it is. Penelope is a simple woman. She'll accept a ring made of bread tie.” My sister, Calypso, is laughing. She's in bed, tangled with a man, her hair and makeup messy in the way that can only be from sex.

"I can't marry you when my heart belongs to someone else. It’s Penelope. It has always been Penelope." The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds before the room erupted. It wasn’t a roar of anger; it was a wave of hushed, delighted gossiping. I could see the smirks behind expensive lace fans. I saw my stepmother, Victoria, leaning toward Penelope, her face a mask of fake concern while her eyes gleamed with triumph. Penelope leaned toward the nearest microphone, her voice trembling just enough to be heard by everyone. "Oh, Scarlett... I’m so sorry. I tried to tell him to stay with you. I tried to be the bigger person, but love... you can’t fight love."

Adrian asked quietly. I already suspected the answer before I lifted my eyes from the screen. Across the ballroom, near the terrace doors, I caught sight of a face I hadn't expected to see in London at all. Penelope, standing in a dress the color of old blood, watching the three of us with a small, satisfied smile, as though she had been waiting all evening for exactly this moment to arrive. "Julian." My voice came out sharper than I intended, cutting clean through whatever careful distance I had been maintaining moments earlier. "Is that her?"

She admitted Penelope let out a happy scream, and standing on her feet, she did a little dance. “Finally, all things are working the way I wanted it to work. And how can you call that unfortunate? I know it probably looks sketchy but trust me, he is a walking Sex God. If I wasn't married, I am sure his dick would probably be restricting my airflow as we are talking.…” Penelope gushed making Bella shudder in disgust, but she still let out a chuckle.

I, however, fixed my eyes on the pen in Chelsea's pocket and changed my tone. "If you won't sign, fine. Just give me the pen." Her expression froze, and she instinctively clutched it tighter. Joseph suddenly kicked me to the ground, his eyes dripped with an intent to kill. "You control freak. She's given so much for you! You said you didn't like the sound of the piano, so she quit playing the one instrument she's loved for 20 years. "You said you disliked spicy food, so she gave up her favorite dishes to eat bland meals with you. And now, you want to take away the one pen she likes using?"

"But I don't care. Let everyone know I'm marrying you, I want to shout it from the rooftops." "Please don't actually do that," I request. "The neighbors will complain." Penelope laughs and kisses me. "Fine. I'll settle for telling everyone I meet." "That works," I agree. Later that night, lying in bed, Penelope is still admiring her ring. "What are you thinking about?" I ask. "How different things could have been," Penelope admits. "If you hadn't challenged your father. If we hadn't reconnected. If either of us had given up."

She kissed her cheeks and walked out of the room •••• ≺ℙℝ𝔼𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔼ℕ𝕋'𝕊 ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕊𝔼≻ "I don't like this either,is this all you got for me?" Penelope asked,Staring at the dress in the maids hands disgustingly "No ma'am,there are more" One of the maids answered "Then what are you waiting for?" Penelope snapped The maids immediately rushed out,she sighed out and stood in akimbo. She will definitely be Gregor's date tomorrow,so far he doesn't have a girlfriend,she wouldn't mind asking him on her own

I had also lost my child, failed in the competition, and was deceived by the person I loved. Yet, whenever she had to make a choice, my suffering mattered less than a single word from Jonathan. Penelope kneeled among the plane wreckage in a daze, sobbing until she nearly fainted from exhaustion. Later, some staff members found her and took her to the hospital. Jonathan was mildly annoyed by how lifeless Penelope looked. "Now that the 100th prank on Edward is over, let's be together, Penelope." Penelope remained unmoved. Jonathan smirked, waving a USB drive. "I'm using a dead man's designs for the competition. Penelope, do you want to present the award?"

Once the dinner was cleared away, Penelope stood tall, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. The air around her seemed to pleasurable as she surveyed her prisoners—Brandon and Britney, both bound by her twisted desires. "I know you want Brandon happy," Penelope said, as if speaking to a dear friend, "I'm the one who can give him everything he deserves. Give us your blessing, Brit. You're like the sister I never had."