Call Penny Novels & Stories

If anything, he looked skeptical. “Um, hi,” said Penny as she fluffed her orange beanie. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" Timothy asked, ignoring her greeting. Penny's poise remained intact as she extended her hand. "You have, Timothy. I'm Penelope Carter, but you can call me Penny." Timothy frowned. “Penelope...” “Undercover reporter,” Penny added. “And I’m here to help you guys.” Timothy looked over at me then, his frown deepening. "A reporter?”

"Tell me about yourself, Penny. Tell me more about this place, about the culture and every other thing that comes to your mind.’’ Penny rolled her eyes and replied, ‘’Okaaaay…’’ dragging the words as it escaped her mouth and I knew at that moment that she was going to say something else. ‘’I am going to tell you everything you want to know but first,’’ she holds up her index finger in the air and then continues, “you are going to eat your food. Maybe while you’re at it, I will answer your curiosity.’’

“He’s the top businessman of the country. We basically own like… almost all the businesses here.” I took a sip of my coffee, processing little by little what he said as it is what my brain can do for now while hung over. “Uh-huh…” I started, nodding slowly. “The only man with that status is Mr. Joseph Bryan Grey…son…” My voice disappeared completely the moment realization dawned in. Joaquin grinned, realizing that I finally picked up their connection and their resemblance. “Ding, ding, ding, Ms. Haven Thorne?” I widened my eyes, my hand frozen on the cup’s handle. Fuck! I, indeed AM, stupid!

Penny descended the staircase , her mink-trimmed shawl bouncing with each step. Her feet were tucked into plush slippers, and the scent of something outrageously expensive perfume wafted toward me before she even reached the bottom step. When her gaze landed on me, her doe-like eyes widened in startled fear, the corners of her mouth trembling. “Big sister…” she said softly. I said nothing, my eyes trailing over her perfectly polished appearance—manicured nails, flawless skin, and the kind of Jewelrys that screamed privilege.

That side of him was a mask, and it had slipped. My stomach twisted in knots, but I tried not to show it. I couldn't let him see the way his words still made me feel small. "Your mother needs you, Jullie. And Penny needs you too. More than ever now that Marriane is still in a state of shock and trauma." My eyebrows furrowed at the name. He had mentioned Penny twice now, and each time it landed like a stone in my chest. "Who's Penny?" Lance smiled a cold, sarcastic curl of his lips that never reached his eyes. "I thought you'd never ask. Penny is your mother's and my father's child. She's six years old."

she asked innocently, while carefully edging the corners of her drawing. “Yes,” Adam answered matter of factly. Penny silently pondered over it. She wondered if she also had a dad. If yes then where was he? How would he be? Only one face flashed through her mind. An idea clicked her and she began drawing another figure beside her. This one was muscular and taller than both of the females. She put all her concentration in making the sketch and when she was done, she filled it with color. Adam’s eyes grew wide when he noticed a muscular frame beside little Penny.

Penny looked up at me and pouted. “Penny. Introduce yourself, okay? Just like you practiced in class remember?” Penny looked at her shoes and nodded. “Hello. My name is Penny Harris from the SilverFang pack.” She started rocked back and forth on her feet nervously. I smiled and knelt to her level. “It's nice to meet you Penny.” I reach out my hand and she shook mine shyly. “Are you Greg and Jess's daughter?”

I stayed up late with students, dragging the company back from the edge of collapse. And now, the money that was supposed to save Mom had shrunk to 50 cents and a single dollar tossed in my face like charity. A company like this wasn't worth another second of my life. Last week, Zane Rimmer, the CEO of our competitor, Pinnacle Tutoring, personally offered me a few million dollars a year, plus bonuses. I still turned him down. I kept thinking about how Joe had taken a chance on me back then, and everything we'd built together.

I guess creativity is transient afterall. "Wait! I have the perfect dress! Oh my God, it is going to be stunning." Penny jumps, clapping her hands together. I turn around to see her already rummaging through her wardrobe, hunting for the dress. Penny pulls out a silk red dress and my mouth go dry. Thin strapped with ruffles around the midsection that cinches in the waist. Short, like really short. Shorter than what I have ever worn.

Lydia was puzzled but still walked in. "Penny, how are you feeling today?" Out of courtesy and responsibility, Lydia spoke first. "Thank you for your concern. I'm doing fine! Please, have a seat!" Penny's lips curved with a slight smile, and she looked radiant, a stark contrast to her gloomy mood from a few days ago.