Junior X Penelope Novels & Stories

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?”

Penelope says flatly, stopping her scroll to glare at Emma who viably shrunk down in her seat. “Oh, would you look at that? How did you both meet? You compliment each other so well. I remember when I met Sasha. A day I would always bless.” Neo says, holding the lady name Sasha whose smile grew softer on seeing her man praise her so sweetly. I made no move to speak, ignoring and tuned the words coming out of Penelope’s mouth. I could care less abutting whatever lie she comes up with.

“Listen, wolf boy. I came here to be civil. To support your little family event later. But if you keep dissing me in public, I swear to the Moon—” “What?” I interrupted. “You’ll throw your shoes at me again? Because I still have a scar.” Her eyes flared. “They were limited edition stilettos, Marcus. You’re lucky you were blessed by them.” “Is that what you tell yourself at night?” “That, and that I could still have you if I wanted.” I rolled my eyes at her. “That’s adorable. Delusional. But adorable.” Penelope leaned closer, smile sugar-sweet and venom-laced. “Better watch yourself, Young Master. These halls have eyes. And claws.”

Penelope let out a sigh as she looked at the damp, moldy walls. “Thank you, miss. My name’s Jasmine. I’m five years old.” She raised all five of her fingers in her hand. Maia gave her the sweetest smile. Penelope set her daughter on the floor and patted her head. “Go back to your room, Jasmine. I need some private moments with this lady. I’ll call for you when the bagels are here.” “Okay.” Jasmine nodded obediently and went back to her room. Penelope poured Maia a glass of water after that.

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.

Some of Penelope's employees looked over at us and I was sure that if they didn't recognize me or her, they would've considered ‘politely’ sending us off. We quickly forced our giggles to die down in the face of the other customers. As we relaxed, the air felt lighter. “There should be a name for this.” Julienne hummed, "Something like former homeless gang, or rags to riches?” “Or eye bag crew, considering that we all seem to have them.” Penelope commented. She was right. Julienne’s was faint but present, no doubt from the stress of starting college while Penelope's was in the same state, although I suspected her sleepless nights weren't from luck. Mine hadn't faded just yet.

She clasps her hands nervously. Penelope walked slowly down the hall. In spite of her gentle dress, she patrolled everyone like a queen on an outing. She put her hands on her belly again, as if there was a round belly somewhere -- but there wasn't. There was only her flat belly, and she rubbed it gently against her white dress, looking as gentle as a real mother, and then she announced: "The father is an alpha from the Black Valley Pack, Charles Maclean!" There was a deathly silence.

Penelope smiled at me before I slammed the door shut, turning to Leon who was staring at me. "Alright boys, let's get the cars going!" Leon ordered, while I walked over to the side of the car to slip in beside Penelope. ~ ~ "Rumors had it that Penelope had never been seen by any pack member just until she turned a year old—" I choked on my drink, glaring at Leon whose eyes were slightly wide. "I apologize…" Leon scratched the back of his neck, giving me an embarrassed smirk. Coughing lightly, I turned my gaze to Penelope. She was applying some sort of moisturizer on her skin, humming whatever tone it was under her breath, it was strange how that was able to draw a little smile to my lips.

Sophie’s eyes betrayed her, lingering on the defined lines of his abdomen, the sharp taper of his hips, the deep V that drew down to the waistband of his pants. Heat pooled in her cheeks. She forced her gaze away, steel snapping back into place. Ice queen. Always the ice queen. I will not disgrace the family, she lied to herself. Her resolve was immediately tested. Pandora and Penelope arrived in skimpy shorts and tops that plunged low, breasts bouncing deliberately with each step. They were a performance, all hair flips and giggles, meant for male attention. And they got it. Johnny quickly beckoned Penelope over, while Jax, stoic as ever, ended up paired with Pandora. The circle of hunters

It just quieted, until it became something softer, harder to recognize. A week into my solitude, a small package arrived at my doorstep. No sender’s name, just my address written neatly across the front. Inside was a fountain pen. The same kind I lost years ago, the same brand Joaquin once said was his favorite. There was no note. No explanation. But I didn’t need one. I knew it was from him. And that tiny gesture undid me more than any apology could have. That night, I sat at my desk, staring at the blank page on my screen. My fingers hovered over the keys. The cursor blinked, waiting.