Penelope Featherington Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Nina, amused by Angel's reaction, asked, "Why are you so excited?" Angel replied, "Of course I'm excited! I've watched so many of her dramas. Is this real? I'm meeting my idol! I adore her!" Penelope approached them and said, "Hello, I'm Penelope Zimmerman," extending her hand to Angel. Angel, feeling like she was dreaming, shook Penelope's hand, "Am I dreaming? I've seen all your dramas. I know your story, how you came from a small town and fought your way through the entertainment industry. I'm your fan..."

Penelope reached out and stroked a curl, letting her fingers glide gently across it. A victorious smile stretched across her face, slow and satisfied. Hers at last. Aiden was hers at last. And Anna would never know. “Oh Anna, you are such a loser,” Penelope cooed softly, twirling a strand of her own hair around her finger. Her voice was sweet like honey, but the venom hid underneath like a serpent coiled and ready to strike. “I won your husband over. Now I have your son too.”

“That will not be possible any longer. I will be putting you under security details. But answer me this… how did you end up in the woods? Who were you escaping from?” I gulped while feeling the sweat forming on my forehead. “I asked you this a while back and you refused to answer me. Why?” “Please just let me be.” He stared at me for a while before walking to the window and shaking his head. “I’m an alpha Penelope,” he said with a strained tone. “You can’t tell me what to do.” “Please…” “If I have to pry my data from you to know who hurt you, I will do it. With or without your help.”

"The next few weekends follow a predictable pattern. I would watch all of Penelope’s performances, she would stop by afterwards and say hi to me and chat for a few minutes, then I would walk her to her car and say goodnight. I spend my whole week looking forward to the weekend and more and more I wish I could spend time with Penelope elsewhere. Maybe get dinner. I was thinking how it would be interesting to see her interact with my sisters and how I’d enjoy showing her around the Shifter compound. I show her the Cock Tales group chat one night and I wonder what it would be like if she was part of the group, what comments she would contribute. The Alpha’s wedding is coming up soon and I imagi

A gasp came from Felicity and his parents had their jaws touching the ground. Penelope swallowed hard because this was the very first time a gentleman had kissed her hand. It made her breathing sharp and aberrant. "I'm sure Lady Felicity will find a nice young chap in town or marry an Alpha from another pack. Of course, she has a pleasing appearance with a pure and fresh quality." Quinlan concluded and then held Penelope to himself. Penelope looked at Quinlan. It was all an act to fool his parents into believing they were in love, but why did it make her knees weak? She had been silent for over two minutes. Mayhaps it was because no one had ever held her like this.

She was an Omega and a weak one at that so this rejection made her more weaker. She felt a full ache in her chest but It was bearable. " I thought rejection hurts more than this" She pondered out her thoughts as a whisper . " You didn't accept it dummy" Her wolf's voice rang out with pain lacing it. She gave out a disappointed "ohhh" and left it at that. Penelope always fantasized how her life would be after meeting her mate, a happy one of course, but now she regrets meeting her mate, cause now she neither has a mate or a pack she belongs to.

"I can't marry you when my heart belongs to someone else. It’s Penelope. It has always been Penelope." The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds before the room erupted. It wasn’t a roar of anger; it was a wave of hushed, delighted gossiping. I could see the smirks behind expensive lace fans. I saw my stepmother, Victoria, leaning toward Penelope, her face a mask of fake concern while her eyes gleamed with triumph. Penelope leaned toward the nearest microphone, her voice trembling just enough to be heard by everyone. "Oh, Scarlett... I’m so sorry. I tried to tell him to stay with you. I tried to be the bigger person, but love... you can’t fight love."

I let it consume me. I dressed in silence, the weight of my choices heavier than the cloak on my shoulders. Penelope haunted me and not in a way I could ignore. She didn’t just slip into my hands. She slipped under my skin. Now she was out there somewhere, probably hurt. Scared. Ashamed. And I was heading off to Northern Watters…to clean up Callister’s mess.

I had also lost my child, failed in the competition, and was deceived by the person I loved. Yet, whenever she had to make a choice, my suffering mattered less than a single word from Jonathan. Penelope kneeled among the plane wreckage in a daze, sobbing until she nearly fainted from exhaustion. Later, some staff members found her and took her to the hospital. Jonathan was mildly annoyed by how lifeless Penelope looked. "Now that the 100th prank on Edward is over, let's be together, Penelope." Penelope remained unmoved. Jonathan smirked, waving a USB drive. "I'm using a dead man's designs for the competition. Penelope, do you want to present the award?"