Penelope Featherington Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Because since she is famous, many people would love to read anything about her. And also, he said that Penelope is a Campus Queen candidate. "But, why? Are you scared of her?" He asked. Scared? As if! He was even the one who left me during the Canteen Scandal. "Hell, no!" I immediately answered. "It's just that she's seems like a brat. And if I'm going to make her my subject, it will really be a tough challenge for me." I explained. "Tsk. You know what? You sound like a scared cat. Ouch-" I punched his arm. "Bro, Come to think of it. Penelope or Goodbye Scholarship?" I froze.

She lost all her self-control and self-respect in front of someone she barely knew, her husband’s nephew. Has she lost her mind? Why did he have this unrealistic dream that would never happen? Why did Daniel have such an effect on her, and why did it feel so good? “Run me a bath would you joy, and I’ll be having my breakfast in the garden” Penelope finally spoke “Right away Luna ” Joy said bowing her head after which she left. Penelope still did not know how to feel about that dream.

Demetria stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with a knowing smirk. “I did one,” Penelope replied flatly. “Going out with you.” Demetria gasped dramatically, “Excuse you? That was self-care. You should be thanking me!” “Remind me not to take your advice next time.” “Don’t be like that, Penny. You know it was fun.” Penelope grabbed her bottle of water, shaking her head, “Next time, I’ll take a nap instead.” “You’re so boring. Live a life.” “I am living it,” Penny raised a brow at her and Demetria grinned.

It’s more like the generic hold music you get when you call customer service, pleasant enough, but you’re just waiting for it to end. My name is Penelope Jones. Everyone calls me Penny, probably because “Penelope” sounds like someone who owns a yacht and knows which fork to use for salad. I do not own a boat. I own approximately seven pairs of scrubs, a coffee maker that’s on its last legs, and a laptop that’s seen more werewolf smut than any piece of technology should have to endure.

Maven Penelope Fox is a spitfire. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. She looks sweet, cute, innocent, but man when she gets upset, she lets you know it. It’s interesting, it’s obvious she’s never been in a pack setting before because she doesn’t realize that you can’t speak to Alpha’s this way. The only reason I’m allowing this is because she is Amelia’s sister, she is Donovan’s mate, and I believe she is the white wolf.

"I never get mad, Penelope. Nothing ever takes away my peace. Even if you keep trying hard to cause me stress, I won't feel it. I don't have time to be able to affect myself for the antics you tell me. Lately, I've been hating this sober version of you, because you drunk were much funnier and less poisonous.” I made a face. But I also agreed with him. I missed that Penelope who filled her face to have the courage to do all kinds of clums. Penelope who parachuted on weekends with good doses of whiskey in her blood. Penelope who danced all kinds of music and let herself be carried away by any dance partner. Penelope who never dispensed with a good sex, even though she was a man or a woman. The

Pennelope's POV My mouth was left wide apart, and I was not really sure if I really heard him right. Ethan Falcon is admitting he is jealous. Really? The shock in my face alters to a smirk formed in my lips. "Am I hearing you right?" I tried to stop myself from chuckling because I could sense he was feeling embarrassed right now. And the last thing I want him to think is that I am making fun of him. In fact, I just cannot believe that he's admitting this to me right now.

Definitely not a Dani kind of girl. Ryker walks into the room wearing flannel pants and no shirt. He comes to a halt when he sees me and rakes a hand through his golden-blond hair. “Damn. Any clue how many captions I could put on this image—” “Trust me, she can caption them herself,” replies Penelope as she follows him into the room and swats him on the ass. With her copper hair up in a messy knot and her red glasses perched on her nose, she looks slightly mussed and happy in her pjs. I’m not surprised considering the number of times I heard her calling out his name last night. I’m thrilled they’re in love and all that jazz, but dang, enough with the awesome sex already. I make a mental note

Bethany shut her eyes and willed herself to stay calm until she heard some footsteps approaching where she stood. “Beth.” Killian called and walked over to her. Penelope watched him walk to where she stood. The ambience she felt being with him faded with each step he took away from her. Reality was blurred with her desires. For a moment, it felt like he was hers. But the reality in front of her showed otherwise. “I should go.” Penelope muttered under her breath. No one seemed to be paying attention to her. Except for Pamela who somehow inexplicably loathed her with passion.

She looked toward the entrance, and for a moment our eyes met through the glass. The impact was immediate. My wolf went crazy, pacing and whining in my mind. Penelope’s awakened bloodline had intensified everything about her. Her scent carried on the wind and made my hands shake. “Ice Cream Uncle?” Debbie’s voice brought me back to the present. “Are you okay?” “Fine,” I managed. “Just admiring your mother’s work.” Nathan’s expression was dangerous. “Admiring. Right.” The facility door opened again. Penelope emerged. She wore practical training clothes that emphasized her athletic build. Her dark hair was pulled back severely, and her posture was straight.