Pen Name Novels & Stories

After breakfast, I took out the matching outfits I had prepared long ago as there was a parent-child event at the kindergarten today. In the past, Emily had always used work as an excuse and had never gone with him even once. This time, Leonardo did not seem to care much if she was not there. I patted his head and said softly, "I'll take care of your paperwork with the kindergarten principal later today. Then we'll go home." Leonardo nodded, visibly cheering up. "Can I have a dog at Grandma's house?" "A small one is fine," I said. Emily did not like dogs, but Leonardo did.

Leo interjects with a hard frown, while I get into the cart. “Of course, Mr. D’amato. My bad. Enjoy your evening.” “That bastard talks too much. I wonder why you haven’t taken him out yet.” Lennox is good at his job. That talkative nature of his has expanded this golf course and increased its reputation in terms of customer service. “‘Cause I don’t plan to. Drive.” We drive for almost thirty minutes until we’re completely surrounded by nothing but vast green land, and a group of four men standing around one kneeling man.

“Tell me about your life, did you work in the pack house all your life?” Pen chuckled and shook her head, “No. I once had a beautiful home ,two loving parents,great education, a sibling and a mate.” My eyes widened,“A mate?” Pen nodded. “ I was young, naive and expectant. I thought I would be ready to face the world with my mate once I was done with highschool. However, it was the opposite of everything I imagined.” “Why? What happened?” I asked curiously.

Penelope. I stay where I am, on the couch, a notebook open on my lap. I haven’t written anything meaningful in it all day. Just scribbles. Doodles. Adrian’s name in cursive, printed, tiny in the margins like some foolish girl trying to anchor herself in something good. “You’re not watching the news?” Penelope’s voice is soft, but it cuts through the silence anyway. I look up. Her face says everything before her words do—tense, unreadable.

If anything, he looked skeptical. “Um, hi,” said Penny as she fluffed her orange beanie. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" Timothy asked, ignoring her greeting. Penny's poise remained intact as she extended her hand. "You have, Timothy. I'm Penelope Carter, but you can call me Penny." Timothy frowned. “Penelope...” “Undercover reporter,” Penny added. “And I’m here to help you guys.” Timothy looked over at me then, his frown deepening. "A reporter?”

Her greatest works were on display with the titles and compositions below the glass of her desk. She said to him it boosted her confidence. She leans on the slanted desk, her palm upon the glass as Aaron looks at her with gleaming eyes. "This," She waves the pen in her hand, holding it with her heart, "This is the Erotic Pen." The Erotic Pen which filled her papers with ideas and made the person she is now. The Erotic Pen.

There was something in her eyes that brightened when she recognized him. Allen nodded slightly. “That was my Pen name... Short for Allen Cage...” he admitted with honesty. He then darted his gaze away as he felt like he was going to melt at Merah’s intense stare.

He asked pressing the same button which Grace was about to. "Not in person, but I have seen you in quite a number of movies. I am Penelope Jones, you once indicated interest in my works," Penny replied, blushing, furiously. "No way, you're that Penny Butter?" David laughed in excitement. "Yes, I am. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir," Penny said. "I cannot believe this, I have tried to get a meeting with you because I'm such a huge fan of your works. The pleasure is all mine."

" We've read almost all your books, A CRUSH, Royal Alpha, My Beloved, Tainted, Depressed, love in the air, and so on. " " Hm, one more question, I hope you don't mind, I just need to confirm if you are my fan or not. " " No problem. " " What's my Pen name and why did I choose it as my pen name? " " Oh, that's easy, Your Pen name is Stelva@16. You chose the name because it's a combination of your and your best friend's name as you claimed that she's the brain behind your Amazing Writing style. " She replied effortlessly.

The ball point pen said to the pencil. “It's ok. As long as she's pweeedddyy” the pencil replied. “Seriously, Micah…” “I like her pretty hair” the pencil continued. “I like her pretty eyes” the pen replied. “And I like her pretty everything” Micah said in his normal voice. I blinked rapidly. I hadn't been expecting him to cut it out so suddenly. Neither had I been expecting him to say…all of that.