Penelope Legacies Novels & Stories

I yelled in disgust as she humourly raised her brows. “You did?” Penelope mentions cockily which made me immediately get on my feet. “What do you want?” I went straight to buying her out. “A fucking title? Money?” I raised my voice getting irritated that she wasn’t getting the initial reaction I expected. “I want to be the Empress of Peralez.” She started off. “This isn’t the time to crack jokes.” I hissed but her smirk grew wider. “I’m not cracking jokes, Peralez needs a true heir, you are simply a child born from your mother’s infidelity.” Penelope mocked. My fist tightens as they shake in distraught.

SC2 read the files instead, Axel was listening, never leaving the gazes of Penelope. “He is Polly from the Philippines, migrated to Costa Rica after selling his brother for a sum of money, also, married at the early age of hundreds and changed his name to Penelope” “A Recessive Omega, one hundred fifteen years old already and currently pregnant with twins” “What?” SC2 flinched, and like a rapper finishing what he reads immediately. “That's the most necessary thing you want to know, the rest you can read here.” SC2 put the folder beside him and moved aside, quick.

All he wanted was justice—and for his survival to remain a secret. That same night, Penelope was ordered to return to the country. The next day, the moment she arrived at the Rowen family estate, on the very day of Xavier's funeral, her grandfather met her with a whip in hand. He lashed her over a hundred times, then commanded her to turn herself in the following morning. Penelope refused. She insisted she had done nothing wrong. She blamed everything on the circumstances of her birth—on the fact that her mother was a mistress.

But even as her strength faded, she managed a small smile, as if she’d found peace in my anger. “Selena, I know you’re just trying to make me fight back… but I’ve given up. I… I don’t have the strength anymore. For everything I’ve done to you and Charles… maybe in the next life, you can come find me for revenge.” At that moment, a nurse entered the room, cradling a small bundle wrapped in white. The baby. This tiny, pure being—so fragile and untainted—was Penelope’s legacy. I carefully took the child into my arms, feeling his gentle breath and warm, delicate body. His presence was a stark contrast to the deathly stillness surrounding us.

“I have survived everything you have thrown at me over the years. Every lie. Every accusation. Every attempt to destroy me. This will be no different.” “You cannot fight pack law and tradition. You cannot just change the rules because you do not like them—” “The rules do not matter if Dominic lives, and he will live.” Her eyes blazed green fire. “Because I will not permit anything else. Do you understand me? I will tear apart anyone who tries to take him away.” “You are delusional,” I said, but my voice shook now. “Alexander is the rightful heir and you cannot—” “You need to leave.” Penelope’s voice got quieter but somehow more threatening. “Right now. Before I forget the promise I made to D

Then Victor spoke up cautiously, “ The Cross family is not an ordinary family. It is far beyond your imagination. Owning half the country would be considered insignificant compared to the power the Cross family truly has.” Ethan's eyebrows shot upward. He frowned. “Explain.” “The Cross lineage has controlled global assets for generations. Banking networks, private security divisions, technological holdings—---most of them unknown to the public.” Victor explained. “And you expect me to believe I come from that?” Ethan muttered sarcastically. “ You do not need belief,” Victor replied, “Only confirmation.” Ethan glanced at his arm again. Seventeen years. A memory he never understood. “What happ

Lydia refused to see her at first, but after recalling the resources Penelope had, she reluctantly agreed to see her. When Penelope stepped inside, she started crying, "Lydia, you have to stand up for me!" Upon hearing her sharp cries, Lydia massaged her temples helplessly. She couldn't understand why Penelope always had so many complaints. "What happened?" she asked. Penelope recounted what happened through tears, though her version was heavily exaggerated. Lydia offered her a surface-level reassurance, "Penelope, you're not the same as Jacklyn. You're carrying Eugene's child, who will soon be the future heir of the Lloyd family. Meanwhile, Jacklyn only holds a temporary title."

Gavin was a shrewd businessman, always thinking several steps ahead, and she had learned from him the importance of anticipating every possible outcome. Her mind raced with potential scenarios, each one requiring a different approach. She knew that her father's expectations were high, and she had no intention of disappointing him. This was their legacy, their family's empire, and she was determined to carry it forward with the same dedication and tenacity as Gavin had done before them. With each step, Penelope could feel the weight of her responsibilities pressing down upon her shoulders. The world they inhabited was one where fortunes were made and lost in an instant. It was a world of high

// Character Sketch Penelope- Lex and Joy’s youngest daughter, and President of the special military force Max- Penelope’s human mate and Commander of the special military force Thorne- Lex and Joy’s youngest son, and Penelope’s twin Nolan- Thorne’s human mate and Wing Commander of the special military force * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

she corrected herself and carried on like it didn't matter, "was involved with you before her engagement ended." A dry scoff left my lips. "They say that she was the one who cheated first. Will you be addressing that?" The room grew silent. Lorcan said nothing for the first few seconds, probably thinking of the most befitting reply to the question. Then he looked up at the woman directly. "Penelope has never been dishonest a day in her life. Not with Duke. And definitely not with me," he started to explain. It took so much willpower to stop my brows from lifting the more he spoke.