Penelope Ward Novels & Stories

Perhaps she could kidnap this kid and ask Larissa for ransom. Larissa was so wealthy, she could surely pay up. The more Penelope thought about it, the more she found it a great plan. She found the theatre's address in the video and immediately rushed over, prepared to abduct Vincent. However, the Crawly Dust's effect still hadn't worn off. So as Penelope waited in front of the theatre entrance, she would occasionally scratch her back up against the wall in an attempt to relieve the itch. She looked like a wild animal in heat!

Penelope asked with a half smirk on her lips, she was expecting something general, a speech on how she is now seen as a man and all. "Penelope represents a woman filled with dreams and hopes, a flower in the middle of a bloom and some random girl. Penn is unique, he is a warrior who knows life, has seen and tasted the sour taste of it. who has reveled in it and beaten down by it yet he is still not broken Penn has seen the darkness in life doing the worst it possibly can and is still not afraid of it. He is a warrior and a weapon, a mighty sword that will devour his enemies and can die for the cause he believes in." Vallas explains as Penelope smirk died on her face as her features turned ga

All eyes were on the King’s Blood necklace—the diamonds were so bright they seemed to pull all the light in the room toward me. Penelope couldn't stand it. I watched her grip tighten on her glass of red wine. Her face, which had been carefully painted to look innocent and "soft," was starting to twitch. She had spent her life thinking she had won because she stole Arthur. Now, she realized that while she had taken my leftovers, I had taken the entire table. She let go of Arthur’s arm and started walking toward us. She forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Scarlett!" she called out. Her voice was too loud, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I was so worried about you aft

I muttered in shock as she took off her cloak and placed over my shoulder. "She's not a thief everyone, don't hurt her." "She's the daughter of a noble general, she would never steal." She said loudly in my defense. Whatever you claim she stole, I'll replace ten folds, let her go!." She demanded. "But she's a stranger, she can't be stealing from us!" . A woman interjected from the crowd. "She's not a stranger, and she is not a thief." Evelyn vouched for me. Typical of Evelyn, she had always defended me from bullies like Ava ever since we were kids.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

Grabbing her by the collar, he snarled, "Aren't you the top healer in the Lunaris pack? Why did Zora die? It's all your fault. I'll make you pay for this!" Healer Petra was terrified. Tears streamed down her face as she quickly explained, "This isn't my fault! You didn't tell me Ms. Zora Thorne was poisoned by wolfsbane. It had been so deep in her system that even if she hadn't gone through this surgery, she would've died!" Simon's eyes widened. "She's actually poisoned?" he quavered. "So she wasn't lying!" I once told him I had been poisoned by Laila. But Laila put on a pitiful act and claimed that I was the liar. Even my parents bought her lie.

“Say what you came to say and get out." Three years. That’s how long Penelope had been my father’s widow. Three years of her showing motherly concern, but I could see her desperate attempts to claw her way into power. At first, I let her live because she was harmless. Now? My claws unsheathed slightly, puncturing the armrest. Now she’s overstepping… "That creature doesn’t belong here Damon!" Penelope strode forward, slamming her palms on my desk. “Take the pup from her and throw her back to the gutter she crawled from!"

“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.

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

Witness The next day being the day of the interview, Penny woke up by 6am and got dressed in her most nicest outfit. A red body shaped knee length gown that brought out her curves and opened a bit of a cleavage, but not enough for people to criticise her. Looking at herself in the mirror took her back to the time she had celebrated her 25th birthday. Back then she had brought the gown because of it and now she's wearing it for the second time after a few months. A frown curled up her forehead as she realised how thin she was back then, since the gown was now hugging her so much.