Leslye Penelope Novels & Stories

Clearly he hasn't changed one bit. Mason braced a hand on his hip."I can explain, this isn't what it looks like." I turned my back to him and walked into the bedroom. Penelope was still resting peacefully in her new stroller that Mason had bought a day earlier. When I walked back out of the room with baby in arms, the blonde woman had gone. Mason was walking back from the door of the hotel suite."That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time."

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

"Your father and I will try to appeal to the king, Penny. We will do everything to make sure you are safe, I promise." Penelope opened her eyes, nodding her head in approval. She could only hope that the king will be reasonable enough to let her go. Unfortunately, that won't be happening any time soon. "He's waiting for you," stated Mrs. Leos. She signed tiredly before walking out of her daughter's room. Penelope swept her haze around the room like she was admiring it for the last time when her gaze landed on her best friend, Eloise who was still standing in her room.

now clad in a formal midnight‑blue gown that radiated pure, unchallenged authority. Before them sat Lady Penelope, the aristocratic heiress whom Mavric’s mother had brought in to replace Liora. Her hands trembled uncontrollably. The documents scattered across the table before her were far more than mere paper; they were court orders freezing her family’s assets, and irrefutable proof of her father’s involvement in the secret funding of The Sovereigns syndicate. “Penelope, you speak so often of lineage and pure bloodlines,” Liora’s voice cut through the silence, sharp as a surgeon’s blade.

There was a knock on the door and Penelope walked in. "You called, Director Morgan?" She said and Liora pointed towards the chair. "Sit." Penelope blinked and then sat down her heart racing. This had never happened before, she could see that the contents of the brown envelope was on the table. "I need to ask you something." Penelope nodded. "Okay." "How close are you to Director Addams' secretary?” Liora asked and Penelope looked surprised. "To Jonathan Yusuf?" She asked and then shook her head.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

After a few minutes of shock, Penelope came back to her sense first and said in baritone to Levi and Simone. “Levi, she is our Skylar let’s seek forgiveness from her, and if she wants let’s get down on knees or know-tow. The truth is, she is the daughter of Rose, a softhearted woman. If she will forgive us, then we will be safe.” Penelope’s words pulled Simone out of their thoughts. Levi was still trying to register everything; he couldn’t believe how this has happened after his full-proof plan? “Levi, are you listening?”

Cheldea sneered. "Who the fuck are you!" Penelope yelled. "The girl that is going to put you in stitches!" "Girls girls!" Liam raised his hands and asked Penelope to go back in the car. "What! Are you stupid" Penelope yelled at him. "Penelope, please go to the car; I will handle this!" he yelled on top of his voice. Penelope glared at him, breathing in and out. She turned her eyes to Sarah, staring from bottom to toe as if she was taking one last glance.

“What? That’s outrageous. I think she wants to be sunk to the bottom of the lake. Mr. Rockefeller, is she there? Please pass the phone to her.” Alex pursed his lips at Penelope. By then, Penelope was already drenched in cold sweat. Trembling, she picked up the phone. “Lord… Lord Lex Gunther, I’m Penelope Fernandez.” “You bloody Fernandez!” Lord Lex Gunther yelled.

"Let's not forget who really owns this place." "How dare you—" The door burst open. Penelope waltzed in, Christopher trailing behind her like a lost puppy. She brandished shopping bags with designer labels. "Oh, sister! What a surprise to see you here!" "Quite a collection you have there," Ashlyn said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Penelope beamed. "Christopher has such excellent taste. Look at this necklace he bought me!" She pulled out a glittering diamond piece. "Isn't it beautiful?"