Penelope Featherington Fanfiction Novels & Stories

FELIX’S POV. “Oh fuck.” Penelope breathed, her chest heaving with each breath she took. Her body was limp on the big chair as her eyes glazed with pleasure. She had a small smile on her face, but even beneath that smile, I could tell that she was rethinking her decision to have me share her with another man. I finally got what I wanted from her, and now I couldn’t wait. I had it all planned out already, not the person I would share her with, I would have to think about that one later. But I already have in mind where we’ll be going.

"I told him we could do something he likes, and he said we can also do what I like, but I don't care about what I like. As long as I get to be with him, it doesn't matter." Penelope's eyes widened, and she sniffed, her voice filled with emotion. "Seeing you like this, Arc..." "Don't cry," Arc warned, his voice soft with concern. Penelope chuckled, her eyes shining with amusement. "I won't." "I know who can help," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. Arc raised an eyebrow. "Who?" "A band of very nice old ladies," Penelope replied, her fingers flying across her phone's screen.

Once the dinner was cleared away, Penelope stood tall, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. The air around her seemed to pleasurable as she surveyed her prisoners—Brandon and Britney, both bound by her twisted desires. "I know you want Brandon happy," Penelope said, as if speaking to a dear friend, "I'm the one who can give him everything he deserves. Give us your blessing, Brit. You're like the sister I never had."

She thought to herself, “I swear, I was just passing by.” Brayden scoffed, tilting his head slightly. “Just passing by?” Darla smirked, her nails trailing along his shoulder as he continues f**king her with his fingers, doubling it. “Sounds like she was hoping for an invitation.” Penelope’s stomach twisted. Brayden’s gaze flickered toward her, and something dark flashed in his expression. “Tell me, Penelope,” he murmured, his voice taunting. “Were you hoping I’d drag you inside? That I’d give you what you’ve been aching for?”

I can definitely see why Steph turns into a 6th grade girl just talking about him. Once again, I see Penelope. She’s acting like she owns the place swaying her hips with a drink in hand, boobs completely hanging out, and in a black lace nearly see-through skirt that hardly covers her lady area. She’s wearing shiny black stilettos that are way too high for her own good. She spots me looking at her, looks between Steph and me, smirks, puts her drink down on the table in front of where Julian is sitting, and climbs up onto his lap. What she does next makes my blood boil, she full-on starts making out with him.

I started walking again, not waiting to see if she followed. She did. We were just a few steps from the back entrance when I heard a voice that made my spine tighten. “Baby, I've been searching everywhere for you.” I turned just in time to see Penelope step out onto the patio, her phone in one hand, a drink in the other. She looked drunk, her dress was slightly ripped by the side, and her hair messy, but I also noticed the marks on her exposed thighs. She must have been having a little bit too much fun with some stranger, but I don't really care.

Chapter 5 “ I think this will be okay “ Penelope said as she carried the firewood out of the bush ,but after looking around she couldn’t find cate neither did she find any trace of her in the woods and that suddenly increased her fears ,she had never felt this kind of fear her entire life ,she could feel the bad omen . “ Cate “ she called but no one answered her. She knew that cate wasn’t the type to prank her but why she was doing this now was what she still didn't understand . She was suddenly worried but turning to her left she saw her coming out . “ I saw this beautiful flower and I wanted to get it for you ,so I went in to get it for you “ cate told her smiling as she approached he

She mutters, devilishly thinking about a plan. ★★★★★★ Penelope seethes back to the dungeon, she felt fulfilled after confronting the princess. For a long time, she had known that Danika has always had a thing for Jeffery. "That whore, after everything her family caused us and she wants to take away my love, never!" Penelope pledged, tightening her both fists. "This is just the onset, I will make sure I rip her life just the way I'm gonna rip the life of her sister, Isle!" She viciously vowed, walking into the dungeon and she found Noah alone laying on the floor.

I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me. “You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.” Everyone froze. That voice. I turned my head toward the doorway. Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.

Her wolf must’ve sensed I wasn’t flinching, because she leaned in and added, with a sugar-sweet smile: “I’m not saying I will. Yet. But if you keep hovering around Marcus like a lost little flea, I might have to start caring.” She batted her lashes. Gods help me, she was Marcus in heels. “With all due respect, Miss Penelope,” I said, my voice even, hands politely clasped behind my back, “Marcus is just my young master. And he’s definitely not my type.” For a second, everything was still. Then— “What?!” Penelope gasped, her eyes widening so far I genuinely thought they might roll right out of her perfectly powdered face. What… is it this time?