Colin Penelope Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Penelope said and sighed. "Then?" Lucian asked. "I found him in a club having a threesome with some girls. You know if it was probably a girl I might not have been so hurt but two?" Penelope chuckled drinking another glass. "I couldn't believe he was the same guy I loved since my first year in college." Penelope uttered drowning her alcohol. "What about you? What's your story with the bitch that nearly pulled my hair out?" Penelope asked.

She blinked back tears, unable to tear her gaze away as she watched them discard their clothes, lust coursing through their bodies like wildfire. “This can't be real,” Celine mumbled in disbelief, her mind still struggling to process the scene before her. Penelope was more than an aunt, she was a mother figure who had filled the void left by her late mother. The thought of this betrayal pierced her heart with jagged daggers. From the shadows, she heard Penelope's voice laced with concern. “What if Celine comes in? We shouldn't do this here,” she whispered. Leo, his eyes burning with passion, responded with a scoff.

“We suspect he’s planning something bigger.” We? The word made my fists clench. Alexander started to cry then, his face scrunching red with frustration. Nothing I’d tried in the car had worked—not singing, not the stupid rattle Kelsey had packed, not changing the radio station. “Give him here.” Penelope appeared from the living room, moving past Julian without a glance. She wore faded jeans and an oversized sweater that somehow made her look both soft and untouchable. Her scent hit me when she got close. My hands shook as I transferred Alexander, our fingers brushing during the handoff.

Definitely not a Dani kind of girl. Ryker walks into the room wearing flannel pants and no shirt. He comes to a halt when he sees me and rakes a hand through his golden-blond hair. “Damn. Any clue how many captions I could put on this image—” “Trust me, she can caption them herself,” replies Penelope as she follows him into the room and swats him on the ass. With her copper hair up in a messy knot and her red glasses perched on her nose, she looks slightly mussed and happy in her pjs. I’m not surprised considering the number of times I heard her calling out his name last night. I’m thrilled they’re in love and all that jazz, but dang, enough with the awesome sex already. I make a mental note

It created a splendid trance, exactly like that of Penelope and Colin from Bridgerton season 3, only that Hazel was Colin and I was Penelope, can you possibly imagine? " Would you stop this instant!" I said to myself; or so I thought, because by the time I looked up, everyone, even Dr Peter, was looking at me.

If Colin did the same thing as Flynn, I would leave him without looking back. "Please tell him to stop loving Queenie. Does he think he's still in the Middle Ages? He won't get everyone's blessings if he desires two women at the same time. He slept with Daniela but said he loved Queenie. I won't believe his words. I only find him nasty." Although I commented brutally, I meant it sincerely. Colin frowned and appeared unwilling to accept my point of view, but he said little else. "I spoke to him on the phone yesterday. He has lost a lot of weight and isn't in a good mood. I'm not sure when he'll be able to get out of his sadness."

FELIX’S POV. I saw the smile form on Dustin’s face, and I could tell that he was dying to have his face buried in my wife’s cunt. He wanted to eat her out just as much as I wanted to watch him do it, and maybe even more. Penelope managed to prop herself up on the bed with her elbow, the pleasure that had ridden her to oblivion still shone brightly in her eyes as she shivered. “What are you waiting for, Dustin?” She breathed, her toes curling in that way it usually does whenever she couldn’t wait for me to eat her cunt and make her cum.