Legacies Penelope Novels & Stories

Elena would be so proud of the woman she became. Strong and kind despite everything life threw at her. She has her mother's talent and her mother's heart. I've made my decision about the will. Alexander won't understand at first but maybe someday he'll see that I'm trying to save him from becoming what I was. Too focused on legacy to remember what actually matters. My chest tightened reading about my mother and how Richard had watched me without me knowing. I kept flipping and found more entries about me scattered throughout the journal. Lily got the scholarship. Anonymous donation worked. She'll go to Miami Dade and study art just like Elena wanted.

Lydia refused to see her at first, but after recalling the resources Penelope had, she reluctantly agreed to see her. When Penelope stepped inside, she started crying, "Lydia, you have to stand up for me!" Upon hearing her sharp cries, Lydia massaged her temples helplessly. She couldn't understand why Penelope always had so many complaints. "What happened?" she asked. Penelope recounted what happened through tears, though her version was heavily exaggerated. Lydia offered her a surface-level reassurance, "Penelope, you're not the same as Jacklyn. You're carrying Eugene's child, who will soon be the future heir of the Lloyd family. Meanwhile, Jacklyn only holds a temporary title."

Panicked She quickly turned to look at the baby in her arms whose eyes now shone with a bright blue color Lela's eyes widened in disbelief with tears streaming down her face she whispered "Omega?" From that day onwards Penelope's life was set in stone her daily routine comprised of tutoring sessions learning how to cook clean and behave around the higher ranks. “ conceal don’t feel, be seen never heard, only speak when spoken to, Never look directly into the eyes of a higher rank and most importantly submission and respect.” And even though she did not agree to all these things she knew it was not use protesting. Growing up in a house full of alpha was not the easiest, Penelope wasn’t as str

God knows she had dragged on for eighteen years and she knows she can keep going on. Luck ran out on her as she saw her core enemy, Sophia, she was wearing a green nightgown that complimented her hazel eyes and blonde hair. She was the definition of beautiful witch. " Where are you going?, you stinky thing, well like I care but I hope you never return". And with that Penelope received a slap for no reason, tears glittered in Penelope's eyes but she kept her head bowed. " Go and never return to this pack, you can as well go rogue and meet your useless parents".

Those memories of innocence and simple joys formed the foundation of our bond, a connection deeper than the superficial ties of my current social circle. Penelope followed me to New York, not out of ambition, but out of loyalty to the bond we'd always shared. She was a constant in my life, a reminder of who I was beneath the layers of wealth and prestige. Her presence at these gatherings wasn't for the shallow exchanges but to remind me, and perhaps herself, of the genuine bond we shared, one that had endured time and change.

he was finally defeated. [Meanwhile – Third person's POV] The pacing was not helping at all. Why? Why did she even tell her daughter that secret? She knew Anne couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and now she was about to go down, “and you finally disappointed me.” Penelope’s voice rang, “Your majesty, please forgive me, I will take the fall for this, it is my fault.” “Too late,” Penelope muttered before stringing her heart with a dagger, killing her.

Penelope sat across from him, legs crossed, chattering animatedly with her hands. “…I swear, if I don’t get to wear something from Chanel or Dior, I might just die,” Penelope was saying, flipping her hair over her shoulder like she was in a commercial. “We’re not just any pack. This is the Eldridge Pack’s anniversary—we can’t show up like peasants.” I kept my expression neutral. Just a maid. Just furniture with eyes. The Luna glanced up at my arrival. “Ah, Raine. Good. Just in time.”

“Yeah. Me too. She’s not back for anything good. That I’m certain of.” My eyes stayed locked on Penelope across the boutique. She was holding up a sheer black robe now, turning it this way and that under the light, completely unbothered. She looked like she belonged here—confident, entitled, unbothered. But I knew better. Women like Penelope didn’t just “shop for lingerie” on a Tuesday because their ex was in town. They schemed. They calculated. They waited for the perfect moment to strike. One thing was clear: she was back in Philadelphia. And she was back for a reason.

“I hoped you'd love it” Confusion was written all over Lyra’s face as she stared at her Dad. She trudged towards her bedroom as her Dad followed behind. “I put in a word with one of the Alphas, he spoke to the pack and asked them to welcome you” “Alphas? I’d love it? Uh.. what..” she stuttered. “Yeah, you’ve always loved to be treated as a princess, to have your own throne and be a Queen!” “Yeah, that was your ten year old girl! It's been Ten years Dad!” she explained as she threw herself on the bed situated in the room.