Colin Penelope Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hell, I thought every woman was better than me. "Collin was crazy about her and his parents adored her." Again, he wasn't making this any easier to hear. I got it; she was amazing. Could I roll my eyes now? "Collin has always been that type of guy who is extremely loyal and passionate to the woman he's with, but none of them ever return those intentions and he gets crushed every time." Finn sighed, leaning back into the couch. "One day, Collin couldn't get a hold of Penelope- it was the day he was going to propose. He had the ring in his pocket and everything. So, he headed over to her apartment building, seeing that her car was still in the lot. But, once he got up there and let himself in,

Penelope reached out and stroked a curl, letting her fingers glide gently across it. A victorious smile stretched across her face, slow and satisfied. Hers at last. Aiden was hers at last. And Anna would never know. “Oh Anna, you are such a loser,” Penelope cooed softly, twirling a strand of her own hair around her finger. Her voice was sweet like honey, but the venom hid underneath like a serpent coiled and ready to strike. “I won your husband over. Now I have your son too.”

She spun the magazine she was reading so that he could see the articles and the pictures of Noel and Penelope. Stefan obliged out of pity for the poor bored woman whose only source of excitement was reading gossip columns. There on the center page was a picture of both couples. He had to agree that they made a very handsome couple. Noel Greer might be an older man but he had a young exotic look about him and his olive skin was enhanced his dark eyes and dark eyes enhanced a bright wide smile. Penelope Quinn appeared as a blonde in one picture. The hair suit her well but the red was even better. She was young, Stefan could tell and in one of the pictures where the couple stared at each other,

A smile danced on his lips and his eyes moved to Ian. "You'll be taking over your father's company soon right?" Ian glanced at me and then back at Tyrell. "Yes. In a few months. I hope to expand..." "I would like to hear about how high school was I think that's much more important." Tyrell interrupted Ian. "Me and Penelope used to be classmates but we never really spoke to each other until one of our classmates tried to get her into trouble." "But you saved me. Thank you." I smiled at Ian.

"I won't take any chances" For once he was thinking less of himself than of the girl. He fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, one arm imprisoning Penny's slim, pliant body. In that quiet dark room the lovers slept peacefully, soundly. They were lost in their dream like world of shared passion and reckless bliss. For them, and particularly for Penelope Hampson, the axe had yet to fall. ---------------------- "You look good, Penny" Audrey said, taking off her fur coat and hanging it up behind the bedroom door. "A bit tired though" she added.

I said quietly, “is that I didn’t even want to fall for him. But I may slowly am. He’s not naïve, he’s a romance author. He probably knows and felt that. And now I’m stuck… in this fake marriage… with real feelings soon fully developing in full throttle.” Ethan gave me a sympathetic look. “Then maybe it’s time he figures out whether he wants to keep pretending—or start facing the truth.” I sighed and nodded slowly. “Yeah… maybe.” After a beat, I offered him the bag of chips. “Want some?” He took one and smirked. “Only because it’s unhealthy and Joaquin would never approve.” We both laughed, and for the first time tonight, it felt like I could breathe again. Maybe Joaquin wasn’t ready.

"Nothing I do is right; nothing is okay with you. What the hell do you want from me? Aspen, stop pushing me!" Colin's jaw clenched, his gaze piercing as he stared down the woman before him. Yet, no matter how hard he looked, her eyes held no trace of the former tenderness. There was only cold detachment, as if he were nothing more than a stranger. In fact, she looked repulsed. That realization shook Colin to his core, and he wondered why. It made no sense how the woman who had once adored him suddenly became this way. "Pen, enough of this, alright?" Colin finally said, pulling her into his arms despite the pain. "I'll apologize, okay? I'm sorry. Just... let's stop."

"There was no need to probe into someone else's problem when I am in a deep shit myself..." Penelope ate her breakfast quickly and left the hotel dining hall. She kept walking until she found herself back in her room. Once inside, she locked the door tightly and fell onto the bed. She sighed long and tiredly. The face of the man came into her vision. And there was something she wanted to ask him. "Why did he say it was a wonderful night...?" Penelope blushed and squealed while kicking the bed with her foot. "Did I really sleep with that man...? That hot crown prince?"

The restaurant environment was quite nice, and they chatted as they ate. Penelope heard that the restaurant was quite good and was going to order some takeaway for Caleb. The moment she went through the door, she could already see them. She quickly moved to the side and hid. “She continues leading Caleb on, but she’s out here with another man. How shameless!” Penelope was furious and immediately took out her phone, snapping a photo and sending it to Caleb. She also sent him a text. [Caleb, I told you so. She’s already with another man. Something must have happened in the past four years that she was away.]

She looked small again, shoulders curling in, hands clutching the hem of her large shirt. I looked between them, frowning. “You two know each other?” Neither of them answered. “Mr. Alanis,” Penelope said, her voice was higher now, and she was trying so hard to keep its usual sweetness but already cracked at the edges. “Why is she here?” “I brought her.” “She wasn’t supposed to come,” Penelope snapped, stepping around me like she didn’t care I was in the way. “I told her not to come.” “I told her to stay.”