Novel & Cerita Penelope Ward Books

The walls of the corridor seemed to tilt sideways. Penelope Rogue Pack. A founding partner of the biggest luxury brand in the entire werewolf world. Hazel whimpered behind me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Marcella, we need to go. Now.” Penelope stood in the center of the flashing lights. She did not look like a rogue. She looked like an empress. She looked down her nose at me, her lips parted in a silent, victorious laugh. “Now,” Zaria said, turning her ice-cold eyes back to me. “Get this trash out of my building before I have my men throw them into the tarmac.”

Steven declared, and I could see the pained expression on Jessica's face. Is there something I'm missing here? "Whatever!" I scoffed at them, rolling my eyes, and they all burst into laughter, including Brandon. They're a bunch of jerks. I turned my head, surveying the surroundings and appreciating the beautiful decorations. Surprisingly, a smile slowly formed at the corner of my mouth. As I admired the scenery, my gaze suddenly landed on Nancy, Fred's younger sister, who was standing in a corner. My frown deepened as I watched her pour some kind of powder, possibly a drug or poison, into a glass of drink.

“Yeah. Me too. She’s not back for anything good. That I’m certain of.” My eyes stayed locked on Penelope across the boutique. She was holding up a sheer black robe now, turning it this way and that under the light, completely unbothered. She looked like she belonged here—confident, entitled, unbothered. But I knew better. Women like Penelope didn’t just “shop for lingerie” on a Tuesday because their ex was in town. They schemed. They calculated. They waited for the perfect moment to strike. One thing was clear: she was back in Philadelphia. And she was back for a reason.

For him to bring up Leila, I can’t slip up for one minute and let any harm come to Penelope because of me. Penelope scoffs, her eyes filling with disbelief. “I do a good job at ignoring a lot of things. Honestly, that’s how I’ve lived this long.” What does she mean? Is she talking about her time at Halstead corp? I open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it. “The rules were simple. Turn a blind eye. Become deaf and mute in the right situations. And everything turns up fine.” “What did you have to ignore there? At Halstead corp?”

"And not if you are connected to Foster's disappearance in any way, which I intend to prove." Penelope's gaze lingered on the documents for a long, tense moment, something unreadable passing behind her eyes before she finally took a slow step backward, retreating toward the path she had emerged from only minutes earlier. "You have no idea what you are truly up against," she said, her voice quiet now, almost a warning rather than a threat. "This was never only about money, Hazel. It never will be." She turned and walked away without another word, disappearing back through the overgrown roses as quickly as she had appeared, leaving all of us standing frozen in the cold morning light, uncertain

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Chapter 3 Penelope walked into the village with her head covered ,she was wearing a long regalia and no one could tell her identity . She had to hide what she really was because she knew how much the people hated the witches ,it doesn’t matter if she was an hybrid , she still had that looks of a witch and that didn’t make it different they just wanted her dead at all cost ,the same way that they had killed her Parents and siblings years ago ,that was something that she could never forget no matter how hard it was for her ,she was never going to forget about the cruel way that she had been treated her whole life .

I watch as Penelope peeks her head in and holds up her book as she questions, “Do you mind if I read in here now?” I shake my head no and begin to smile as I remember the book with the seductive cover that she had earlier. I try to hide my smile as I say, “Of course not. Come on in, Penelope.” She smiles as she walks in and I try not to stare, but her new outfit fits her perfectly. She wore a white lace romper that had a halter top, and her black curls were brushed toward the right side of her face.

“They say there’s trouble with the Indians south of here.” “That’s going to make what I suggest more difficult,” Nate said with a slow shake of his head. “You got new plans?” Joseph asked. “Where’s Sullivan?” Nate asked as he looked around the empty saloon. “I want him here when I tell about it.” “He managed to find a proper young lady named Penelope Wilson. She lives back east, but is here visiting. They’re on a picnic,” Joseph said with a chuckled. “What about Alice?” Nate asked with surprise.

The lad was heavily built, and his perpetually hardened face didn't deny the fact that he was good-looking with his sand-blonde hair packed up in a ponytail. Penelope didn't mind the looks she was receiving from the few people gathered in the temple. She was well known for her whoredom at the pleasure house. Even Quinlan's parents had their jaws touching the floor, they certainly didn't expect their only child to take her for a wife. It was as if they could barely believe their eyes. Whispers were going around from his friends and even Alpha Kieran appeared confused for a second. "Isn't that the biggest town's whore? Penelope Ravenscourt, widely known for working at the pleasure house for th