Penelope Featherington Book Appearance Novels & Stories

Steph explains. I greatly dislike Penelope already, she’s currently crossing her arms and rolling her eyes like she’s about to throw a tantrum. She’s got mean girl written all over her face. You can just tell by her stance she’s overly confident but I suppose if I looked like her I’d be that way too. She’s as fit as can be but clearly had some work done. There’s no way her boobs popping out of her cropped white tank top are real. She’s got the reddest hair I’ve ever seen, clearly not natural in any way but it suits her so well against her tanned skin. Her lips are damn near perfect, probably injections. To be honest, all of the girls sitting around the island look this way but Penelope defin

I paused the video to take in her beauty. She wore her hair in braid, her fair skin glowing. In a soft white sweater and light blue jeans with little white sneakers, she had the look of a first love—effortlessly charming and on par with the best of them. In an industry full of talentless faces, it’s rare to find someone both beautiful and skilled. Fans often settle for supporting stars for their looks alone. I hoped Penelope would attract a fanbase that would stand by her when she faced criticism. In the past few days, Emily had called me multiple times, asking for Penelope’s contact information. I told her that Penelope was working and would be back in Johnsonville soon, at which point they

I felt a jab at my chest, yet, couldn’t blame him for it. She was the sort of woman you could only see in the movies; flawless and stunning. Her hair was deep brown and tumbled over her shoulders. Mine was styled into a messy bun. She had honey looking lips while mine were chapped in several places. Her dark eyes were intimidating, her eyelash velvety and paired with slender eyebrows. She had a sculptured figure which was twine-thin. And a curvy waist and her complexion was glossy. Penelope was every man’s dream, a girl who could never be rejected. I gulped, suddenly losing my appetite. Landon had been with her, probably told her she was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. He wasn’t wro

“Penelope’s here.” Everything around me started spinning, as I didn't know what to expect of the sudden visit. I turned toward the entrance to see what they were all fussing about. And the moment I saw her...I can't explain why, but my chest tightened painfully. Beautiful! That was the first word entering my mind with so much ease. She had long blonde hair, wearing an elegant black dress hugging her curves perfectly, walking in with a confident posture. And those killer eyes... Dark, sharp, yet dangerously beautiful.

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.”

If only the girl knew how much of India Seethal had touched me. If only she knew how deep. Penelope clasped her hands together, hugging herself as though reliving every second. “She was even more beautiful in real life. Pictures don’t do her justice. And her aura, it was… ugh, perfect!. Regal. Like she doesn’t even belong on the same planet as the rest of us. When she looked at me, I swear my heart stopped. And then when she hugged me back….” “Penelope.” My voice came out low, sharper than I intended.

“Give me an hour–no wait, book a flight for Penelope—back to New York. Then one for us to Tokyo.” He gave a short nodding, and turned towards the elevator without another word. Taking a deep breath, bracing myself for impact, because the little getaway is over, and life just got serious. I went back into the room, Penelope was already sitting up in bed. Her hair was a wild, beautiful mess, tangled–sort of, from sleep and sex and too many hours in my arms. My shirt hung loosely on her frame, slipping off one shoulder. Her legs were bare beneath the hem, and for a second, I just stood there, staring, trying to freeze that moment and trap it somewhere in my chest.

"You look too excited," Albert observed as he took the package from her. They were in her house. Nancy was in the kitchen making food for lunch. She was wary of Albert but said nothing when Penelope asked her to make lunch for three. Penny had gotten rid of her wig to prevent shreds of evidence been traced back to her. Now she wore a lime green sweater and loose pants and walked barefoot across the Oriental rug in her living room. Her eyes sparkled. "Penelope!"

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.

Franklin was right - I was worthless. “ You guys can never imagine what happened today”, Esther said as we both headed towards the school gate after dismissal. “ What else did you discover, lady Weaselton?” I asked. And to be frank, she actually looked so much like Penelope from the Bridgerton series; red haired, plump (I don't want to say fat), rounded, and she also liked colorful stuff as much as Penelope. The only lacking quality was that she wasn't as short as her, but apart from that, I could totally say that they were two sisters from different mothers.