Penelope Yates Novels & Stories

“She’s not just a slave, Penelope. She’s the daughter of the late Alpha Dane. The one who imprisoned and tortured our pack for years.” “Oh, goddess!” Penelope gasped, clutching her chest. Her assistant ran to her, and held her hand. “Queen Pen! Don’t get a heart attack.” Joss patted her hair. Penelope glared at him, and pushed him away. “It’s Penny, not Pen.” “Sorry, Queen Penny.” He mouthed. Penelope shook her head in disbelief. “She is that cruel monster’s daughter, huh? Why is she still breathing, Kyle?”

She was alone like Penny wanted. "Jay sounded frantic when he told me you asked for me. I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier, Yolanda and I are still setting up the business." "That's fine. Today is actually perfect for what we have to discuss." Chantelle, a dark beauty with teasing sparking eyes looked from Penelope to Albert and raised a brow. She used to work for Penelope before, she knew how often Penny used and discarded men but most of them were moguls, heirs to oil companies and sons of rich daddies. Never before had she seen Penelope with a man so ruggedly handsome as Albert. There was something edgy about him that put her on edge yet the smile he sent her way was charming and sexy.

" … Back in Cyrelia, over the past five years, Penelope had managed to gain a firm foothold in the entertainment industry thanks to her looks. Though she wasn't an A-lister, she was still well-known enough to choose her own scripts and have a loyal fan base. A while back, she had signed on to a TV series. Her role wasn't a big one, but her character was very likable. As the director, Dylan Thorne, yelled "cut", Penelope quickly wiped the expression off her face and headed to the nearby dressing room. The moment she sat down, she noticed through the open door that a camera operator was quietly pulling Dylan aside.

I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me. “You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.” Everyone froze. That voice. I turned my head toward the doorway. Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Penelope smiled at her, grabbing her hand and lead her over to a smaller sitting area in front of the changing rooms. "It should be me that should thank you." She said, an apologetic smile on her pink glossy lips. "Me?" Lily asked quizzically. A woman walked over with a tray holding two thin glasses of champagne. Penelope took both and passed one over to Lily. "To be honest, I was searching for a Mate for Jayce by the time I came across your ad." Penelope stated, sipping her drink. "He's at a crucial time in his life right now, and I worried for him."

"I'm saying that there is no way to track Miss. Penelope because she doesn't exist. No ID, no record. In fact, before 2 weeks ago, there was no such person as Penelope Brendan" It was exactly as I heard that statement that my world shattered instantly......

I retorted, clarifying that I was in charge. Morgan, however, crossed a line. "Well, it's just interesting, isn't it? Your assistant... I suppose she knows where the money is," he sneered, his insinuation explicit and offensive. That was enough for Penelope. She stood up, her body rigid with anger, and stepped up to Morgan, her face inches from his. "Good sir, you clearly don't know who I am," she said, her voice cold and sharp. "I am Penelope Pennington, the sole heir to the Pennington Resorts empire. I neither need his money nor your pitiful opinion. Now, please leave."

Once the dinner was cleared away, Penelope stood tall, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. The air around her seemed to pleasurable as she surveyed her prisoners—Brandon and Britney, both bound by her twisted desires. "I know you want Brandon happy," Penelope said, as if speaking to a dear friend, "I'm the one who can give him everything he deserves. Give us your blessing, Brit. You're like the sister I never had."

he grabbed Penelope by the face and kissed her, it felt like forever. I cleared my throat, drawing their attention, and he turned to me with a beaming smile. As he left, my gaze met Penelope's stunning brown eyes. Her radiant smile revealed a captivating confidence that made her resemble a masterpiece from an art gallery. With her fiery red curls cascading around her, she stood at an impressive 5'6" with curvaceous features. We were of similar height, but she possessed an aura that dominated the room, Penelope lived life fearlessly, not caring about other's opinions. In that moment. I couldn't help but envy her incredible life and magnetic personality.