Penelope Ward Books Novels & Stories

But without hesitation, Jordan ran and luckily, he found Seth. “You think you can stand against me? How highly you think of yourself.” Penelope thundered. “You think you’re so powerful huh? Break the barrier and come get me.” Wendy said. “You think I’m stupid? You want to make this about something else, whereas, I came for the boy.” Penelope said. “Yes, I think you’re stupid. Which boy are you talking about?” Wendy said, pretending as if she had no idea about what Penelope said. “Oh, don’t fool yourself, I know that the witch is still alive. I’ll spare you all if you just hand him to me.” Penelope said.

Penelope confirmed with a nod. The little girl immediately plopped down and allowed Penelope to help her change. Once she was dressed, she climbed into bed and patted the spot beside her. “Okay! Now read!” Penelope chuckled and grabbed a book from the nightstand. She sat beside Anya, wrapping her arms around the little girl as she opened the pages. Anya snuggled into her, her small body warm against Penelope’s side.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The night was supposed to be a period at the end of a very long sentence. But as I stood in the quiet of my private study in the Nexus, the city humming like a distant hive outside my window, I realized that for an Auditor, there is no such thing as a finished book. There is only a ledger that hasn't been turned to the next page yet.

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

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.”

She asked, still looking calm. "Emily, stop this nonsense. This is someone's wedding for goodness sake" Janet remarked. "I know that. And, I just saw her adding a substance to her drink." "What?!!!" "I think, it will be best if you ask her to take the drink instead" "Are you saying, I tried poisoning my brother's wife?" Nancy asked. "If not that, then what? Just sip the drink, that's all" I said with a shrugged shoulder, my eyes fixed on her.

“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?”

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