Penelope Ward Books Novels & Stories

Because Adrian even admitted it himself, She currently has a backer that makes him hesitant. Penelope felt excited. She could feel her revenge plan coming to fruition. She was completely unconcerned about the panic and disaster she had caused for everyone else. Especially Alexandra. She had packaged and sent Alexandra’s Grandfather’s head to her. Penelope felt confident and triumphant. Penelope didn’t notice the little changes around her. She didn’t notice the small but big movements Adrian had made. She didn’t notice the people monitoring her. Her confidence blinded her from reality. Her confidence would be her undoing.

As she started to pull at the needles connected to her, she remembered something " Ana, Ariana, Oh God let it not be....." " Oh, shut it, you're being ridiculously noisy" " That's quite a nice way to say I'm good and not dead, I guess?" she said feigning anger. " When you're done with your drama, you let me know" She rolled her eyes in Penelope's mind " That's all I get for all my worry" she said unceremoniously " So which pack are we in" Penelope asked as she drew a needle out of her wrist and took a sharp breathe as the pain hit her.

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

She wanted to hit the driver in the face, with her elbow and escape, but Penny's grip around her wrist had tightened. Penelope leaned close suddenly, her voice low and venomous. “You like the way he looked at you, don’t you? You think he wants you now?” She scoffed. “He doesn’t. He’s just toying with you, you little stray mutt. But I’m going to make sure you remember where you belong.” The car pulled into the long driveway of the estate. Gravel crunched beneath the tires, and Poppy felt like she was being led into a trap.

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.

I stopped and looked down at the cart. Three full boxes, all of them my own belongings. But before I could speak, the charge nurse rushed over in front of everyone. "Grace Walker, open your boxes. I need to check them." I stood in front of the cart. "You do not have that authority." I said it to the charge nurse, but my eyes stayed fixed on Valerie. Because she was the one who had whispered to the charge nurse, and then the charge nurse had called me back.

Just turned her back and walked away like I was nothing. She’s alive. Still breathing. Still dangerous. Still wearing that Shadowmoor crest like she didn’t help light a match to my world. And Penelope? She’s hers. Same pack. Same legacy. But gods, she’s not her. Penelope looked at me like she wasn’t sure she was worthy of being looked at. Like she was waiting to be thrown aside. I’ve seen girls seduce with their eyes. But she? She ached. And fuck me—I ached back.

"You look too excited," Albert observed as he took the package from her. They were in her house. Nancy was in the kitchen making food for lunch. She was wary of Albert but said nothing when Penelope asked her to make lunch for three. Penny had gotten rid of her wig to prevent shreds of evidence been traced back to her. Now she wore a lime green sweater and loose pants and walked barefoot across the Oriental rug in her living room. Her eyes sparkled. "Penelope!"

Underneath, her blouse clung to her like armor she forgot how to remove. “I designed it,” she said. “Langford gave the orders. I gave the system bones. Backdoors. Encryption. Failsafes. I didn’t know at first what it would be used for.” “But you found out,” Isolde whispered. Penelope’s laugh was dry. “Of course I did. I found women buried in databases. Secrets traded like currency. And I found… Vivienne’s name.” Isolde flinched. “I tried to help her,” Penelope added, softer. “I really did. But by then, Langford already had his claws in her. And I knew if I moved too soon, he’d erase her.”

I wondered. Penelope shook her head. “There can't be so many coincidences,” she reasoned. “But we're going to need to catch them in the act before we allow ourselves to be certain that they're having an affair,” I said. “Let's hope we're that lucky,” she replied. I finished my meal and Penelope took the dishes away. I sat by my window for some time watching the members of the pack start to retire for the night. When I got tired of that, I picked up the book I had collected from the library and after reading a few pages, I concluded that I was just deceiving myself.