Penelope Eckhart Novels & Stories

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Penelope wore a sinister expression as she snapped with a sneer, "Ember, I know you're gloating over Ferguson Corp's dire straits. Just wait! You fooled Caleb with your appearance! You are the most vicious woman alive!" Penelope's incessant harassment gave Ember a headache. Ember no longer wanted to pay attention to her, so she called the security guards to kick her out. Penelope, who refused to give up, tried to break free from the security guard. "Get lost! Let go of me! I will walk on my own!" Before leaving, Penelope snorted. "Hmph, just you wait!" Ember thought it was just an isolated incident. But to her surprise, Penelope went to Saint Lucia Convent and did a live stream to slander he

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."

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

“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.”

Chapter 12 - Accountability ~Luke’s Point of View~ “I can only conclude that the females of today are certifiably insane,” I mutter, rubbing my chin. The two females in the room both give me death stares, but especially Penelope, a Greek half witch half wolf hybrid who is posing as my mother. It’s obvious she doesn’t much like me, and I can’t blame her.

Sabrina whispered, her voice cracking. “It’s Clara,” Penelope said confidently. “I’ve seen her lurking on social media, commenting on old photos. She’s obsessed with Benedict, and she’s clearly threatened by you.” She stood with heels clicking sharply on the shiny floor, going toward the window. Before her spread out a city skyline of glittering beauty, to lose herself in for an instant. She gripped the tablet in her hands, feeling the sharp edges of it press into her palms, grounding her amidst the chaos of thoughts swirling inside her head.

Was it bad to sneak a crab puff or two in the middle of your own fake wedding reception? “Excuse me, dear,” a new voice broke through my thoughts, soft and warm. I turned to find a woman standing before me, her presence radiating elegance. She was stunning, with sleek blonde hair swept into a perfect chignon and eyes that sparkled like the ocean. If I had to guess, I’d put her in her mid-thirties—flawless, polished, and every bit the socialite “You must be Elle,” she said, smiling. “I’m Penelope. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“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.