Penelope Featherington Book Appearance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her fingers brushed over the image of the woman. "Rayne would never let a man get her down or in her way." Lily muttered to herself. She pressed the book to her chest, praying for guidance and strength from the fictional character as she started her new plot. "Ding." Penelope sang from the doorway as Erica started setting up her makeup. She set her own make-up bag aside, along with what looked like a curling iron. She walked over, gathering strands of her hair into her elegant hands. "My dear, you look absolutely exhausted." She said, rubbing the back of her cheek with her finger. It was gentle.

The screen switched off with her still staring, and she startled when he touched her lightly on the shoulder. "Are you all right, Earthling?" "My name is Penelope Stanton, but my friends call me Penny." The words came out automatically as she struggled to regain her composure. I didn't die, so I need to stop blubbering like a ninny and start paying attention to the most amazing thing to happen to me ever.

I called but nobody answered. Is she asleep? But it's already past 1pm! "Penelope?" I called again. I grabbed the door knob and tried to open it. IT'S UNLOCKED. I peeked inside and the first thing I saw was a huge pink bed. "Penelope?" I called again and decided to come inside. I walked towards the left side of her bed and saw a table with a row of picture frames. One was a little Penelope maybe around 6 or 7 years old, wearing a long pink gown and a high heels that is obviously not hers. It's too big for a kid like her in this picture.

he grabbed Penelope by the face and kissed her, it felt like forever. I cleared my throat, drawing their attention, and he turned to me with a beaming smile. As he left, my gaze met Penelope's stunning brown eyes. Her radiant smile revealed a captivating confidence that made her resemble a masterpiece from an art gallery. With her fiery red curls cascading around her, she stood at an impressive 5'6" with curvaceous features. We were of similar height, but she possessed an aura that dominated the room, Penelope lived life fearlessly, not caring about other's opinions. In that moment. I couldn't help but envy her incredible life and magnetic personality.

The air was filled with the scent of pine from the towering Christmas tree in the foyer, its lights twinkling like stars against the snow-dusted windows. Penelope smoothed her crisp black maid's uniform, the fabric hugging her curves a bit too snugly after the holiday indulgences. she was the picture of quiet beauty, long auburn hair tied in a neat bun, porcelain skin flushed from the warmth of the roaring fireplace, and wide green eyes that darted nervously whenever someone addressed her directly.

“Hey, Argent, I hope I’m not interrupting.” My head snaps up, and my eyes dilate as they hone in on Penelope’s majestic form. Every nerve ending in my body vibrates, and my heart begins to palpitate uncontrollably as I take in her appearance. Her gorgeous hair is up in a loose ponytail, and she’s wearing a short flannel dress the color of her eyes. The dress has no sleeves, giving me a visual sweep of her creamy shoulders and the swollen mounds of her cleavage. Swallowing hard, I rise from my chair and face the woman who has haunted my every thought since I met her. “Hello, Penelope. Here visiting?”

People pointing at them. “Serves you both right” “Evil women.” “The alpha should have ordered their execution.” But just then, there was a commotion at the back of the crowd. Two beta warriors were dragging another woman forward. She looked haggard. Thin. Old. It was Penelope. Damon’s stepmother. I blinked in surprise. She looked nothing like the glamorous, arrogant woman I remembered. Her hair was messy and grey in places. Her clothes were the simple, rough fabric worn by kitchen omegas. She looked drained. Weak. Almost… broken.

Kate would later realize that Penelope’s hair was a well-installed lace wig. “Pleased to meet you,” Kate said to Penelope. “You’re welcome to the circle, darling,” Penelope said without a smile. “And this is Felicity Gilmore,” Duchess continued the introductions, indicating the lady sitting beside Penelope. Felicity looked to be in her early forties, had creamy freckled skin, straight chestnut hair, curious blue eyes, and the whitest teeth Kate had ever seen. Probably veneers. “Pleased to meet you,” Kate said dutifully.

"This way, Young Miss," Butler Shang said, pointing at the Dinner Hall. "Thank you, Butler Shang," Penelope said, and the maids got shocked, even Butler Shang got shocked. Even so, Butler bowed "You’re welcome, young Miss." Butler Shang said and Penelope just nodded and went to the Dining Hall. Arriving at the Dining Hall Penelope saw a brown-haired, muscular man sitting next to Madam Giselle. 'Penelope's Father is muscular and brown-haired, based on the novel I wrote.'Penelope thought

Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw "You can step right in, young female," Penelope Fairfax says, pulling back the thick silk curtain of the changing den with her sharp red nails. I poke my golden head inside the small room. My big green eyes open so wide they almost pop right out of my face. I cannot believe what I am looking at on the velvet stool. "The Alpha King... he bought those beautiful things for my wolf?"