Penelope Lively Books Novels & Stories

A gorgeous blonde with baby blue eyes and a kind smile, she walked up to Leslie, who was still shell-shocked, with outstretched hands. “Hello, I'm Lady P, but you can call me Penelope.” “This... I... I'm Leslie,” she said, shaking hands with the blonde. “Are you at the wrong address, perhaps?” Leslie croaked out, treading carefully. Penelope laughed heartily. “My, my, you're a funny lady, Mrs. Blackwood. All these,” she said, gesturing to the clothes, shoes, bags, and other items which were quickly filling the large living room, “are for you, Mrs. Blackwood. We've brought them here as requested by Mr. Blackwood.”

"I really should get going.." "I just want to talk. I'll make it quick. We can go anywhere you want."I was practically on the verge of begging and I think she liked it. She liked having me at her mercy. Only she could ever have it that way. With hands in my pockets I walked alongside her, but her attention has been on the sea creatures behind the glass since we set foot inside the aquarium."The aquarium. I thought maybe a coffee shop.. But never here." "I like it here. Penelope and I come here most weekends. She likes the fish.. Well all animals actually."

I don’t want to upset her. “No, I’m not. My mother, is─was part Brazilian. She was an anthropologist. She died years ago, and I moved in with my uncle until he died last year. It’s just Lyria and me. We were celebrating my twenty-fifth I lean back in the chair with a quirked brow. “You’re twenty-five. I would have thought you were much younger.” Penelope shrugs her shoulders, loosening one of the strings as it glides haplessly down her arm. “I told the woman who took us that I was eighteen after I overheard her saying she wanted young, innocent girls. Have your men found her?”

Jacklyn stood there, finding it more and more odd how concerned Penelope was. Wasn't she paying a little too much attention to Lucy? With a narrowed gaze, Jacklyn walked over to Penelope and asked, curious, "Penelope, why have I never seen you care this much about any other kid?" Penelope always got flustered around Jacklyn. She looked away, avoiding her gaze as she answered, "I just think Lucy's really cute. Besides, can't I just like little girls?"

Chapter 1 “Oh my God, Elle… where do you even get all these crazy things from?” Penelope’s voice echoes across the living room as she sits cross-legged on the couch, holding up a pair of designer heels like they might vanish if she lets go of them. The red soles catch the afternoon light coming through the windows, shining almost as brightly as the pile of boxes scattered across the coffee table. “These modelling gigs can’t be paying that well,” she adds, narrowing her eyes at the shoes before glancing back at me.

At this rate, how can I advance toward the main event of the day? I was dying to sink myself into her. Anna must have sensed my frustration and took pity on me. She called out to our daughter. “Come, sweetie, let’s get you to bed.” Penelope shook her head stubbornly. “No. Not sleep. Play.” She said and began running around again. I dragged my body away from Anna’s side when she almost lost her balance. Penelope thought that it was a game. She thought I was chasing her, so she ran around the whole living room while her squeals of happiness filled our ears.

" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Penelope allowed herself to be led, her curiosity piqued. The girls proudly displayed the dolls, each one meticulously dressed and positioned as if mid-adventure. Penelope's breath caught as she recognized them "These... these were mine when I was your age she said softly, reaching out to touch one. Daphne beamed. "Really? What are their name?" Penelope settled next to her daughters look, picking up the first doll. "This is Lily. She was my favorite, she said, brushing a strand of the doll's hair back. She moved to the next one, her voice gentle and filled with nostalgia. "And this is Dora. And that one over there is Sophie."

After that, she merely regarded her words as nonsense. “I’m no one special, just a simple living normal person. But at least I’m not a disgraceful wench who can’t tell the difference between right from wrong!” Riley was never one to miss a chance to showcase her sharp tongue. “Why you…” Penelope was so enraged that her chest was undulating, but she was still wary of her image, so she could only suppress her anger and scoff. “Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. I’m not surprised that both of you are lowly things!”

Pen had to restock supplies, something mundane and almost boring, but the normalcy of it was a balm I couldn’t resist. "Seriously, who buys these?" Penelope said, holding up a candle labeled Midnight Whisper. "What does a whisper even smell like? And why does it cost thirty bucks?" I snorted, shifting the weight of my shopping bags to my other hand. "Probably smells like regret and empty wallets." Pen laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Right? I mean, if I wanted to spend that much, it better make my room smell like a spa in Bali and come with a free vacation voucher."

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.