Penelope Featherington Book Appearance Novels & Stories

There isn't that much room in the front. "There you guys are. I thought you guys weren't gonna show." Penelope looks at us exasperated. She is very dramatic. She bosses around the other girls and looks for seats with us. After all, she is the captain of the team. She has really put a lot of effort into her clothes. Short skirt, crop top, and heels. That woman never stops looking for a little trouble.

What if I had been some creep lurking behind her door waiting for an opportunity? When I opened the door, I saw her hunched over her desk with several documents sprawled on her table. She was chewing a pencil and wearing round rimmed glasses. I was a bit taken aback by this version of Penelope. It was serious and she looked quite like a nerd. And it was sexy beyond hell. She looked up suddenly and I lost my breath. She made a rather beautiful nerd with her hair held up in a messy bun and her glasses seated on the bridge of her upturned nose.

Her answer came off like a whisper. “Hello, Penny, it is nice to meet you. Are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before.” As I try to make small talk with her, she starts coming out from behind the bookshelves, and as she does that I can finally see her. She has a petite but toned body, chocolate flawless skin with black straight hair that went until her waist but what intrigued me the most was her eyes, purple beautiful eyes that would make you drown in them before you could even realize, she was absolutely gorgeous.

Luke headed to the desk at the very end of the room. Ophelia was intrigued to check the frames in the library. A man such as Dustin with photo frames in his study? Sounded off to her ears. As she approached and picked one, she saw a woman with pitch-black hair. Penelope. She was smiling brightly in the picture as she held her summer hat from flying off. Ophelia couldn’t help but wonder if Dustin was genuinely in love with Penelope. The smile plastering her young face was a happy one, and it couldn’t be fake – or meant for the demon she pierced with her sword.

Today, Penelope was woken by the sound of people talking or arguing rather,her eyes fluttered open to realise Dorian not beside her, probably in his study as he spent time there working. The sound of people talking got louder and she frowned looking towards the door, among the voices,she could discern a faminine voice as well. Curious,she got up and approached the door, opening it,she saw a man whom she recognized as one of Dorian's men,a shifter to be precise but beside him,was a woman,long brown hair which danced down her shoulders,covered in a red body hugging dress which accentuated her curves and heavy endorsements but once her eyes met with Penelope, instant despise flashed in them.

Penelope wore an overall jean, paired with a green round neck shirt. Her mood was on the high. She whistled as she tied her hair into a pony tail. She packed all her essentials and went to have breakfast before heading out to the shelter. “Someone is ecstatic this morning.” Hailey chirped brightly. It was nice to see her back in her usual demeanor. “Yes!” Penelope responded enthusiastically. She assisted the maids to serve the food. Killian walked downstairs in his sleep wear. the top was left unbuttoned, showing a little bit of his smooth, bare chest.

The camera panned across a newly opened penthouse bar overlooking the city river. Right in the center of the VIP lounge stood Penelope. She was wearing an elegant, midnight-blue evening gown that clung to her curves, her long hair pinned up to reveal the pale line of her neck. She held a crystal champagne flute, her red lips curved into a soft, genuine smile as she laughed at something a man next to her said. She looked radiant. She looked completely untouched by the grief Julian had been carrying for weeks. Sitting on the leather sofa just behind her were Kael and Eliora, her inner circle from the Rogue Pack.

The words die on his lips mid-sentence when Penelope appears in the doorway. She's wearing a simple black dress that hugs every curve she's earned through months of training. Her hair falls in waves over her shoulders, catching the restaurant's warm lighting. But it's the way she carries herself that steals my breath confident, purposeful, like she has every right to be here. Gone is the girl who used to duck her head when people looked at her. This woman meets the stares head-on, a slight smile playing at her lips like she knows a secret the rest of us don't.

Penelope smirked looking at me. She was beautiful. I saw her as she was when I met her. Red hair flowing down her shoulders, freckles spotted across her nose, soulful eyes and a smile as wide as the sea, even though it pained her to smile. “No problem, I’ll grab you something to eat. Is there anything you can’t eat or don’t like?” I got up and pushed the chair back so I could go to the kitchen to find food for Penelope. “Um, no I don’t think so,” she said closing her eye as she tried to think.

But she was alone in the forest. "Who's there?" She called out, holding the shawl tightly as the wind picked up. A beam of light broke through the trees, brightening up the forest. Aurora stood back, watching wide-eyed. From the beam of light, a figure appeared out of thin air, slowly taking the form of a young woman who hovered in the air. Aurora thought her eyes were playing tricks on her as she moved towards the light. "Penny?" She whispered. Penelope smiled, nodding slightly. She appeared translucent, dressed in a pure white dress that floated in the air behind her. Her skin was the colour of the moon and her eyes shown brightly.