Penelope Eckhart Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to. This isn’t an offer.” Ethan growls. “Then you should start explaining before you’re escorted out.” Her gaze flicks to him again, assessing. “You’re the anchor.” He doesn’t deny it. She turns back to me. “The Arbiter’s withdrawal wasn’t a victory. It was a recalculation.” “I know,” I say quietly. “I felt it.” “Good. Then you also felt what noticed you.” Cold slides down my spine. “Yes.” Her expression sobers. “That thing doesn’t correct worlds. It consumes outcomes. The more a system diverges, the more interesting it becomes.”

I’m just contemplating if I want to head home or if I want to stay curled up a little while longer when a voice interrupts my thoughts. “Hey Shifter. My name is Penelope, although you can call me Penny if you like. Most people do.” The woman whose voice I have been admiring perches herself on the arm of the couch by my feet. She doesn’t seem nervous around me at all which is unusual. Up close I can see that her hair is definitely white, pinned up in some complicated hairstyle. I can also tell that her eyes are dark, so dark they are nearly black and that she smells like the ocean. I can’t see her mark anywhere, but I doubt this woman is human. She smells different to any other human I’ve eve

He's having a hard time accepting it. Penelope says, "You know, I don't like that woman. Not one bit. I didn't hear what Elizabeth was talking about, but I know that we didn't find anything on her. I searched her again. She has no records as a spy. She's never even been to LA." "Leave," he says to her. He doesn't want to hear her. Deep down, he knows. He knows that everything Elizabeth said is true. Penelope doesn't ask any questions, she doesn't linger. She steps out, leaving him alone.

“I’m complimenting her.” “Stop mentioning Penelope around Katherine.” The warning inside his voice became obvious. Evelyn raised both hands surrendering. “Fine.” But the damage was already done, because now curiosity burned stronger inside me. Who exactly was Penelope?

Zita asked curiously. Rebecca replied in a nod. "Your grace, would you be glad to share the journey your love with me? I promise to listen without judgement." Zita persuaded her, eager to know more. "Probably when I've fully let go of the pain and shame I feel within." Rebecca answered calmly. Zita didn't force herself and hummed. She got bitten by an insect-a little ant-and slapped it off her leg. She looked at her mistress and her eyes widened. "Your grace!" She exclaimed fearfully.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

I've been good, and I must say life is good. Delcan POV As I looked at Chantelle, I noticed that she seemed distant, as if her mind was elsewhere. I knew that she had been through a lot, and I wanted to help her in any way I could. "Chantelle, I know that you've been through a lot, and I'm here for you," I said. "You can tell me anything, and I'll listen." Chantelle looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. "I don't know where to start," she said. I took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Start at the beginning," I said. "And take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Chantelle took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice shaking at first, but gradually growing stronger. She told me

Looking at her down, her older, homely appearance has also diminished significantly. She had a round but upbeat face framed by wavy, black hair. Her gray eyes were round and expressive, and they certainly seemed downtrodden in that moment. She looked cleaner overall, having exchanged the theater impression of a homeless woman with a cardigan and some slacks. “Who even are you?” I asked, my gaze tracing over her. “I mean, when you’re not impersonating homeless people, that is.” She took a deep breath, her voice sincere as she began to speak. "My name is Penelope Carter, but everyone calls me Penny. I'm a self-employed undercover reporter."

Gregor replied and Stella bite her lips hard "Then,maybe I have the date?" Penelope smirked and Gregor smiled "Sure" He said and Penelope grabbed his hand immediately By this time,Stella already lost her breath Penelope and Gregor walked toward a VVIP table together,they haven't sat down when 🎙 HERE COMES THADEUS STORM,ONE OF THE POPULAR CEOS IN THE WORLD!! Loud screams also followed Gregor immediately turned to see,Thadeus was walking hand in hand with Annabella who look like a sexy angel