Penelope Ward Novels & Stories

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve

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.”