Penelope Eckhart Novels & Stories

I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me. “You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.” Everyone froze. That voice. I turned my head toward the doorway. Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.

I responded when is saw the happy smiles on the faces of the children. Penelope was a dark-haired lady with Hazel eyes. She worked as the CEO of the new company and we had bonded over the past few years while making plans, we were nothing close to being actual friends, but we were acquaintances with benefits. After what seemed like a while, I sighed and got up, I had other things to do and they could not wait, the day had just begun after all.

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

"I'm saying that there is no way to track Miss. Penelope because she doesn't exist. No ID, no record. In fact, before 2 weeks ago, there was no such person as Penelope Brendan" It was exactly as I heard that statement that my world shattered instantly......

The lead Elder’s face turned an ugly, translucent shade of white, his fingers trembling slightly as he slowly pulled his silver pen back from the table He looked at the unyielding, murderous obsession in the Alpha King’s silver eyes, then looked at Penelope’s cold, triumphant posture, realizing with absolute, mind-snapping horror that their central headquarters was completely untouchable. Penelope smoothly stood up from her chair, her towering, graceful silhouette completely casting a long shadow over the empty audit folders . She didn't look at Travis, but she reached back, her slender fingers delicately resting flat over the rough, scarred skin of his wrist, her bare skin sending an elect

So why is her ex-husband the very first person to sprint down here and smash a man to pieces for touching her? Eliora comes sprinting down the ramp a second later. Her heels click frantically against the stones. She bypasses the men entirely and grabs Penelope by the shoulders. “Are you alright? Did he touch you?” Penelope does not even blink. She shrugs Eliora’s hands off her leather jacket with a cold, slow tilt of her chin. “I am perfectly fine.” She is not lying. She does not have a single scratch on her. With her level of combat training, a low-rank Alpha like Lucas could not even touch a hair on her head before she took his eyes out.

“How did you know about that?.” “Gwen, listen I've always known all about you before now.” “ I've been following you from the very first day you came to Lycester.” “ I promise you, I'm not a stalker.” “What!?.” “ Listen, it's hard to explain, but I work for the earth pack lady.” “She asked me to keep an eye on you and ensure I don't get seen or interfere with your life.” “She took me in when I got kicked out of my pack.” “I'm sorry.” “I know your life may be complicated right now, and may have also had serious setbacks over the past few days but I'm here to help.” “ I'm here to make you feel better.” “Your mate will be married to her soon. “I don't think it's something you should watch.”

Truly, you have made our stay thus far both remarkably significant and significantly remarkable. Let us try further to conceal their persona by using the pseudonyms in no particular arrangement such as Princess, Yhet, Lorie, Connie, Kristal, Star, Elsie, Minette, Karla, Rose, Heidi, Aying, Lyndell, Ruby, Mia, Ramelle, Mark, Rommel and Jojo to name a few. If it is too much of an intrusion into your individual and private lives, please let us know how insensitive we have become.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

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.”