Junior X Penelope Novels & Stories

“But you are the one calling.” Pinching the bridge of her nose to stall the headache threatening to attack, Penelope closed her eyes wondering how 18-year-old her had ever found this man attractive. Sure, he was good-looking and easy on the eyes, but beauty was indeed deceiving if you don’t know the cruelty behind the veil. “What do you want?” she finally asked.

He shook the umbrella in his hand when he noticed Penelope was focusing her attention on the other side of the road. “Something’s wrong?” he asked. Penelope turned to him. Her eyes widened, and her face complicated. “...I...” “Are you okay, Miss Zircon?” Jake asked once again. Penelope suddenly opened the other side of the carriage door. She climbed down urgently, and it made Jake startled too. He tried to re-open his umbrella to cover the rain for her, but then, Penelope grasped his hand. The woman’s face was distraught. She looked straight into his eyes and told him in a clear voice, “Sir Scolecite, I think you’re awesome.”

“Mommy, look!” She held up a drawing aggressively close to the camera. Penelope blinked, “…Is that me?” “Yes!” Shirley grinned proudly. “And that’s Grandma!” The stick figure beside Penelope looked vaguely like a potato with eyelashes. Penelope gasped dramatically. “Why does Grandma look taller than me?” “Because she gives me cookies.” Her mother burst into laughter behind the camera, “Smart child.” “Traitorous child,” Penelope corrected. Shirley giggled uncontrollably. And just like that, everything inside Penelope softened completely.

Ch-4 --------------------- At this point, popcorn went flying, soda spilled, because mom jumped in my lap. The thought of this final revenge was so sweet, so hot, that she had to have 'union' with her hero, her rescuer. My ten inch penis snaked its way up her vaginal chamber, her three rows of tightly gripping muscles making it difficult but incredibly pleasurable. My oversized cock head finally was lodged in the ultimate depths of my beautiful mother. We kissed with such love and true passion that we lost track of the screen for a split second. We both watched, united as one, me hard inside her. The best disk of all was about to spool up.

I don’t want to upset her. “No, I’m not. My mother, is─was part Brazilian. She was an anthropologist. She died years ago, and I moved in with my uncle until he died last year. It’s just Lyria and me. We were celebrating my twenty-fifth I lean back in the chair with a quirked brow. “You’re twenty-five. I would have thought you were much younger.” Penelope shrugs her shoulders, loosening one of the strings as it glides haplessly down her arm. “I told the woman who took us that I was eighteen after I overheard her saying she wanted young, innocent girls. Have your men found her?”

“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.

The article cleverly disguised Penelope's real name and was divided into three parts: beginning, middle, and end. Joey was better at evoking emotions than I was. She took the material I provided and added dramatic flair to make Penelope's story even more heart-wrenching. For example, she described how Penelope was left alone at home without warm clothing in the midst of winter while her aunt and uncle indulged in gambling. Penelope shivered as she went out to gather firewood to keep warm. Upon returning, her aunt and uncle, having lost money, accused her of stealing food and subjected her to beatings, leaving her standing in the snow, on the brink of freezing to death.

"I don't know the first thing about being a father. I wasn't expecting this." "You're not doing it alone, you'll learn as you go along. Don't make a mistake and run away from this."Eoin stood from his chair and picked up the files. "You're lucky you know, Penelope is a great little girl." I looked up at Eoin in surprise, after hearing the name."Penelope?" "That's what Jamie called her, after your mother. I should get back to work, Don't drink too much."He walked out of the office and back to his.

Imelda rolled her eyes, and sat back on the wheelchair as they left together. Aunt Penelope was dressed in an immaculate white nightgown and a white pair of flip-flops. Sipping from the glass of wine she held, she smirked at the clueless Imelda. “Give him a child? How? Aunt, he doesn’t let me go anywhere close to him.” Imelda murmurs sadly. Joss scoffed. “Queen Pen, she is totally an a$$.” He chuckled, but was stopped by a knock on his head. “It’s Penny, stupid.” Aunt Penelope growled at him, and he nodded rather coldly. “You want to be Luna, don’t you?”

If I had a kid I would name her Calliope. "Pe-ne-lo-pe," Witchy enunciated, stepping up to my face and pointing a finger into it. It was Julian who took offense to Penelope's actions, yanking me back and stepping toward her with an animalistic growl, "Watch how you talk to my Queen," he warned and I heard his jaw grating in an attempt to keep his fang from snapping out. "Have you not realized that you don't scare me yet?" Penelope's stupidity seethed and I almost felt sorry for her. She may have been a witch but nothing could beat the vengeance of a wounded, hurt lover trying to protect his other half.