Novel & Cerita Penelope Ward Books

Maybe she's copping onto him. My mom and Jack were getting on well together, laughing and chatting while standing in the garden having some wine. My father on the other hand seemed to be avoiding him like the plague since I introduced them a couple of hours ago. He didn't like him — that much was clear. I turned my head when I heard Penelope's laugh. She was looking cute in a little white lace sundress and matching hat. She was happy — probably happiest the most when she had his attention.

I smoothed my dress, trying to calm the fluttering in my chest. The first arrivals were announced with a horn that echoed across the clearing. My father stood tall at the head of our clan’s warriors, his broad shoulders squared as he welcomed the guests with the formality of an Alpha hosting others on sacred ground. The wolves of the neighboring clan entered first, their chief bowing respectfully before exchanging words with my father. I watched from the sidelines, feeling like a spectator in my own life. Every clan that entered brought more weight to the night, each new face a reminder of the significance of this gathering. And yet, my mind kept drifting to one thought, one presence that ha

Elara Thornfield was a woman of many secrets, a puzzle the world could never fully solve. To outsiders, she appeared cold and distant, entirely consumed by her work. But beneath her stoic exterior lay layers of complexity, haunted by vivid, exhausting dreams that left her drained each morning. As she stood on the precipice of a life-changing moment, her choices narrowed to two: 'DO OR DIE'.

Sucking in air in a way that threatened to close his windpipe while jerking his hand back from her grasp with shock, Oliver choked out, “Eliza?” “In the flesh,” she humorously replied. “How? Why?” he asked. “She’s a wolf, brother,” Richard eagerly volunteered. “Who knew?” “I sure didn’t,” she interjected. “You’re a wolf?” Oliver repeated. “A wolf like Richard?” “She’s just as beautiful as a wolf as she is a woman,” Richard said with admiration. “And fierce! You should have seen how she defended her father.” “I barely remember that,” she complained. “Time will make the shifting easer,” Richard assured her. “You’ll eventually not only remember everything, but you’ll look forward to the shift

“There’s always a twist, Penny. Like Alice in Wonderland.” Penelope rolled her eyes, heading toward her room, “Well, today there wasn’t.” “Boring,” Demetria muttered. Penelope chuckled, but then stopped. And turned to Demetria again. Her eyes narrowed slightly, “…You’re up to something.” Demetria froze. Then smiled like a kid caught stealing candy. “I have no idea what you mean.” “Demi,” Penelope's eyes narrowed further. “Penny,” Demi fluttered her lashes adoringly and Penny sneered at her.

She'd finally carved out a place for herself at Lloyd Manor, and now Eugene was ready to dump her the second Jacklyn showed up. Penelope's eyes burned with resentment, but she knew better than to confront Eugene head-on. Just as she lifted her head and caught sight of Harriet in the distance, someone announced, "We've got the face-off between the second and third female leads coming up. "Wardrobe, make sure everything's on point. We can't afford any slip-ups." Penelope's eyes flickered at the words. She stood, slipped off the coat draped over her shoulders, and made her way calmly to Richard's side.

Chapter 3 Penelope's High Before the Low (Before Grace Turned to Grass) This chapter of my story revolves around an evil girl called Penelope and her wealthy family. It would not be an overstatement to call her the wicked witch of the west. Because that is what she was to me. Now, she’s no more than a mere pauper begging at the sole of my feet. But back then, the sun was shining on her face. She wielded her privilege like a weapon, lashing out at anyone who dared to cross her path. To me, she was nothing more than a petty dictator, a spoiled brat drunk on her own power. But oh, how the mighty have fallen! Now, she grovels at my feet like a beggar. Her once-proud demeanor has been reduced to

Cela found herself sitting on the bench in the waiting shed where she used to hang out with Nate. Needless to say that her feeling of joy is overwhelming. The last time she was here was the day she received the paper from Lora. She went home full of excitement and anticipation for the next day. Lora followed her to the waiting shed. "Can I just have a few minutes?" Lora asked. "What is it?" Cela asked. "Well, first, I'd like to personally thank you for finishing the third book in such a short time," Lora started.

I took the piece of paper from him and nodded, "Yes, sir." Ezekiel dismissed us, and we left his office, relieved that it was over. Later in the afternoon, Aiden, Penelope, and I sat down together at one table during lunchtime, I couldn't help but notice the excitement in Penelope's eyes as she held a worn-out book in her hands. "What's that book you've got there?" Aiden asked, looking over at her. "It's the last known book of witches," Penelope said, beaming with joy.

I stepped into the bath bowl in my silk undergarments, Penelope set to work, cleaning each and every ounce of flesh she could lay hold on. After a long bath, she helped me into the dark blue off shoulder dress and helped to comb my hair for me. I reeked of the herbal concoction she had added to the bath, and when I tried to ask what it was she simply said... "To mask your scent." After she had personally cleaned up the chamber, Penelope returned but this time with what appeared to be books. She placed them on the dresser wearing a proud smirk, "I figured you already found your stay here boring, so I sourced for some books for you to read." She had relit the candle on the chandelier and added