Novel Pennywise Novels & Stories

My finger in the book I was reading before Joey came back home numbs from keeping it in that position for a while. Joey’s one-bedroom apartment in the workers’ quarters at the back of the main house quickly became my safe haven after the night Joey stitched me up. I’d lived and slept in here for days afterwards, until I was healthy enough to walk back into the main house without feeling the sting of the injury up my spine. I read in here, cried in here, and made plans with Joey here. It’s in this small house I’d read the book that promised me a life of freedom. It served as my little library, a place Nicolas had no idea I’ve been visiting for years. He never cared for me enough to keep tabs

After Lucy finished speaking, she added a sentence. "Sir Fergerson asked him to pass it to you. It looks valuable." After she heard that Caleb had left, Penny no longer hesitated and drove to Dawn Haven Villa. When she returned to her bedroom, she frowned when she saw the book that was out of place. She read this book before going to bed every night and had always been organized with how she placed items in her room. Penny took her facial massager and put it on the dressing table before she picked up the book and took a look.

He’s rich and a stupid part of me is still in love with him. “Are you okay?” Chantelle asked out of the blue, peeking to see why she was stalling. Gripping the brass knobs, Penny turned to her with a smile. “I’m fine. Unpleasant memories but nothing a bottle of wine can’t cure later.” That last part she said under her breath. Pushing the door open and a rush of air-conditioned air assailed them. The walls were a lovely shade of Navajo white. Mahogany shelves added a masculine look to the soft color.

~ Penny had to be smart about moving through the city. She stuck to roofs, staying out of sight in the morning, picking up her hunt at night, sticking to the shadows. In her pursuit for Sven, Penny followed the tiny residues of shadow magic to the source. Though faint, the trace was the newest lead she had in finding Sven. She followed it to the heart of the city. To the heart of Pentorium. Whomever Penny found would have had contact with the man recently. She stayed in the shadows and waited.

It definitely had to be a witch. “You all are quite good. I should make you my slaves.” The man who held Penny captive said. “We’ll never bow to a pig like you!” Penny said, and spit on his shoes. The man chuckled. “You are a bold girl. I like bold girls. They are fun to break. Want to see something funny?” he asked, and Penny was confused. The man did a gesture, and every single one of us was killed on the spot–their hearts were taken out. Only Penny and I were left.