Colin Bridgerton Penelope Featherington Mga Nobela at Kwento

Today, Penelope was woken by the sound of people talking or arguing rather,her eyes fluttered open to realise Dorian not beside her, probably in his study as he spent time there working. The sound of people talking got louder and she frowned looking towards the door, among the voices,she could discern a faminine voice as well. Curious,she got up and approached the door, opening it,she saw a man whom she recognized as one of Dorian's men,a shifter to be precise but beside him,was a woman,long brown hair which danced down her shoulders,covered in a red body hugging dress which accentuated her curves and heavy endorsements but once her eyes met with Penelope, instant despise flashed in them.

Still, my stomach churned with unease as I walked through the door. The house was quiet—the kind of quiet that felt heavy with unspoken words. I made my way toward the sitting room, only to stop short when I heard voices. “So good to see you again, Lionel. I’ve missed this—missed us.” Penelope’s voice drifted from the room, soft and honeyed. My chest tightened as I stepped closer, peeking around the corner. There she was, draped across the armchair like she owned the place. Her long, perfectly styled hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson dress hugged her curves in a way that felt almost calculated.

Penelope announced as she walked back into the cafe and sat in front of me. I gazed at her beautiful green eyes and smiled at her. Penelope is a beautiful human from her long black hair to her perfectly round face and plump lips I love kissing to her incredible height at six feet and Calm personality. Penelope was my ideal woman but I don't see a future with her. If there was a future. "It's all thanks to you Penelope," I touched her hand on the table and caressed it. "But next time, fix an appointment I would complain about," I informed her.

“Why haven’t you visited the pack house?” Penelope waved a manicured hand. “Oh, darling, I only flew in three nights ago. I had a shoot for Vogue in the city. Simply exhausting. I was planning to come up to that draughty old mansion soon, but there were a few… things to sort out first.” Her gaze slid past him and landed on me. It was a quick, dismissive sweep. Then it went back to him, and she smiled brightly. “Oh! Where are my manners? Killian, aren’t you going to say hello to Benita? She’s been such a dear, helping me settle in.” As if on cue, Benita stepped out from behind Penelope’s shadow. She gave Killian a small, sweet smile. “Hello, Killian.”

By blending fact with fiction, she aimed to make it look like Vincent was a heartless person. These words, when said to anyone, would make them think Vincent was a scoundrel! And Jackson was the perfect witness. Penelope smirked. “Forget it. If I had known you were so cold-hearted, I wouldn’t have been deceived by your love. Simon, I wish you and Emily happiness. I hope Emily doesn’t follow in my footsteps and end up abandoned.” Penelope struggled to her feet, placing the hairpin on the coffee table and leaving the Hilton lobby in a daze. The impact from the fall had left her in pain, hunched over, her hands on her abdomen, walking painfully and awkwardly.

"It's identical to the one the Princess of Wimborne wore—the only one in the country. And truly, no one wears it quite like you, Mrs. Lloyd." Jacklyn offered them a thin, polite smile. She used to tolerate these women for Eugene's business. But now? Even pretending to smile at them felt exhausting. "Jackie." Penelope moved through the crowd with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips. She wore a strapless gown, and with her hair pinned up, the gemstone necklace at her neck was fully visible. When she caught sight of the stone on Jacklyn's throat, a smug laugh rose in her chest.

Avery. Penelope was the eldest, and probably around her mid forties, her husband, Mr, Roar didn’t say much, he kept quiet the whole time, carefully picking his meals, and Lucas had the most amusing grin ever. Her hand had gone off my dress, almost knocking my knees against the table when I tried to sit down. “I thought you were done playing with her Hector.” “I am being serious.”

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?"

Inez explained, clearing up my confusion. "Inez, this is my wife." Tyrell introduced. She smiled," I figured that out already. You two look perfect together. You are blessed to have her as your wife; Penelope is such a sweetheart." "I know, I'm blessed to have her," Tyrell beamed planting a kiss on my forehead. "It's been such a long time," Inez sighed plopping on the couch. Tyrell and I got seated on the couch. When his eyes shifted to her he furrowed his brows into a frown.

His dark eyes crashed straight into mine. Julian POV A sharp, icy chill scraped down my spine. I turned my head away from the screeching woman beside me. My eyes scanned the rising rows of velvet seats until they locked onto the upper tier. Penelope. She was sitting close to that Beta actor, Lorde. Her head was tilted toward him, her lips curved into a soft, easy smile I had not seen in months. Her side profile looked gentle under the house lights. When she smiled like that, the small dimples near her mouth showed.