Penelope Ward Novels & Stories

If I pressed my lips together, she would immediately bring water to my mouth. If I looked at something for more than a second, she would call out that she wanted to buy it. They even went on all the rides I liked, but they had never dared to try before. Penelope was clearly exhausted, yet she held my hand tightly and refused to let go. Meanwhile, Hughie leaned against me, looking genuinely happy. In the end, Penelope bought three charm bracelets and fastened them around our wrists.

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

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.

Her store would likely not survive. The store manager could only muster a forced smile and say, "Alright, I understand. I'll give it a try." The assistant sneered, "It's not just trying; it's a must to achieve! Remember, offend whoever you want, just don't offend our Miranda. Even if Penelope Zimmerman shows up, she'll have to yield to Miranda!" Penelope, mentioned by the assistant, was currently the hottest A-list actress. Every drama she starred in not only gained immense popularity but also boosted the careers of her co-stars, particularly the male actors. She was highly sought after in the entertainment industry.

Today, Penelope was woken by the sound of people talking or arguing rather,her eyes fluttered open to realise Dorian not beside her, probably in his study as he spent time there working. The sound of people talking got louder and she frowned looking towards the door, among the voices,she could discern a faminine voice as well. Curious,she got up and approached the door, opening it,she saw a man whom she recognized as one of Dorian's men,a shifter to be precise but beside him,was a woman,long brown hair which danced down her shoulders,covered in a red body hugging dress which accentuated her curves and heavy endorsements but once her eyes met with Penelope, instant despise flashed in them.

Wendy said and turned back to leave. “You would have just said that without all those insults. I earned this title and I’m not dumb.” Penelope said, she was crossed. “Prove it by going home and stop intruding in people’s lives.” Wendy said, without turning back. Penelope felt very insulted and humiliated. “You better not do any other mirages because I’ll kill whoever I see there.” Penelope said and left angrily. Wendy had a lot of replies to give Penelope since their fight just required the tongue as a sword but she decided to keep quiet because she may end up saying something implicating.

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

I had also lost my child, failed in the competition, and was deceived by the person I loved. Yet, whenever she had to make a choice, my suffering mattered less than a single word from Jonathan. Penelope kneeled among the plane wreckage in a daze, sobbing until she nearly fainted from exhaustion. Later, some staff members found her and took her to the hospital. Jonathan was mildly annoyed by how lifeless Penelope looked. "Now that the 100th prank on Edward is over, let's be together, Penelope." Penelope remained unmoved. Jonathan smirked, waving a USB drive. "I'm using a dead man's designs for the competition. Penelope, do you want to present the award?"

Her silver eyes instantly receded back to their normal, bright clarity as she let out a loud, joyful giggle, her small patent shoes clicking tightly against the stone as she turned her face back toward the house. High above the path, standing beneath the shaded stone veranda of the main mansion wing, Penelope watched them. She stood perfectly still, her long silver hair falling past her waist in loose, heavy waves under her hood. She wore a soft cashmere knit sweater, her hands resting flat against her pockets, her deep indigo eyes calm, bright, and filled with a heavy, profound warmth. The defensive armor around her heart remained wide open, allowing the ancient truth of their unified blood

I query. They exchange glances with each other before landing it on me again. “You see, you are not even sure. I guess you haven’t thought about that.” I huff abruptly. “That isn’t something that should be worried about. Penelope is one of the best witches around this whole region and she is also the oldest. There is no way she is not going to be able to…” just as Warlock is still speaking, there is a loud wail that stops him from speaking to the end.