Littlest Pet Shop Penny Novels & Stories

" I looked up at Bella. She wasn't wrong. I did want her to give me money when I was younger. They always gave Hannah so much money, and they would also bring her to the grocery store where she bought all types of snacks and toys. I had looked at my own empty hands before mustering my courage and asking Bella, "Where's my money, Mom?" I would have been happy with even ten dollars.

“Fast and sneaky. We’ve got practice.” Twenty minutes later he pulled into a quiet side street lined with cute shops: a florist with buckets of peonies outside, a bookstore with fairy lights in the window, and at the very end, a tiny chocolatier with gold lettering on the glass: Maison Céleste. Killian parked and turned to me. “Come on, princess. Let’s get your mom something so she doesn’t murder us.” I giggled despite myself and followed him inside. The shop smelled like cocoa and vanilla and warm caramel. Glass cases glowed with truffles, bonbons, and little chocolate sculptures. An older woman behind the counter smiled at us.

Has he lose his mind from the head injury? “What??? You agreed just like that?” That was unexpected. Mikayla was stunned to the point of shock. She was flabbergasted for the third time today and didn’t know what else to say. “Of course I agree! It’s a good deal, no? Now, I guess you can name me. I don’t have a name yet, remember? John Doe doesn’t sound cool. And since I’m your pet, you have to name me any way.” Since he was in it, Mikayla found her self going with the flow. This strange flow of life.

"I really should get going.." "I just want to talk. I'll make it quick. We can go anywhere you want."I was practically on the verge of begging and I think she liked it. She liked having me at her mercy. Only she could ever have it that way. With hands in my pockets I walked alongside her, but her attention has been on the sea creatures behind the glass since we set foot inside the aquarium."The aquarium. I thought maybe a coffee shop.. But never here." "I like it here. Penelope and I come here most weekends. She likes the fish.. Well all animals actually."

"And Paula Ray's daughter, Sophie, you should have seen what she was wearing today. Her skirt didn't come halfway to her knees. And she used to be such a sweet little girl. I'm just glad you never let Paige wear anything like that. Pray for her." I kept from rolling my eyes through sheer force of will. "I'll do that. Thanks, Penny, but we need to get going, don't want to be too late." Penny said goodbye and 'nice to meet you' as she smiled a big, fake smile and backed away, looking back and forth between me and Sandy a couple of times before heading down one of the aisles with her basket. "So," Sandy leaned in towards me, "you reckon anyone's ever told her gossip's a sin?"

No wonder she's such a sweetheart with a name like Penny. "Ok, Penny." She smiles just as we come to a stop across the road from the bakery and who's sitting by the door? Only a small little fluffball of a dog that I can only assume is Poppet. "My baby!" Penny moves fast to get across the street to her dog.

He ruffles her hair gently with his good hand, drawing a playful squeal from her. "Alright, little monster," he teases, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. "Remember what we talked about? Julliane needs to rest, so don't make her laugh too much, okay?" Penny pouts, her tiny lips forming an exaggerated frown. "But laughing is good for people! It's like, um, medicine! I saw it on TV." She scrunches her nose in that innocent, earnest way only a child can, clearly proud of her newfound wisdom.

"Woody, do you have a moment?" Wearing a white coat and exuding a unique charm, Penny stepped up to Woody in her white shoes. Beneath the hem of the garment, two slender, pale legs were revealed. Her slender ankles gave off an air of elegance. She looked just like a real-life doll! "I'd like to ask you for a favor!" Penny blinked her big eyes, which sparkled brightly. Woody was also wearing a lab coat and was working on drug formulations.

Panting and still staring at my lips. I pulled out the phone from her bag which she had placed carefully on the desk. Stephanie was recording all along? How did I not catch a clue? Her phone was in her bag half out. I showed her the phone and immediately,I saw the shock and fear written all over her face. She immediately unwrapped her arms and legs. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked again this time with a stern look. “I….i….” Stephanie struggled to find words but none came. She stood up from the desk and there was the Stephanie I knew. The shy, scared and always nervous young lady I knew.