Penelope Yates Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes and looked away, running a finger to my temple. "But I discovered a better option," he said, averting his attention directly to me now. Flicking my gaze back at him, he tugged a smirk. "Penelope." "Who's that?" My brows knitted together in confusion. "She's Catherine's right hand, and she's the one who's doing all this stuff for her. I'd eavesdropped inside her room and overheard Catherine talking to her on the other side of the phone. It turns out that the distribution of the newspaper in the public was done by Penelope herself, and she had stayed here to watch over at everyone in the company while we were on the business trip. Since she's one step ahead of us, I was planni

Nonetheless, it stung to witness. "I have to use the restroom. I'll be back." Penelope informed Nathan. "Awww… ditching me so soon?" Nathan's lips was upturned. Penelope laughed, "Come on. Just give me some minutes." She said and headed to the restroom. She did her business and came out of the stall to see a woman. The woman looked familiar but she opened the faucet to wash her hands. "Penelope Winters, is it?" The woman asked. Startled, Penelope turned to look at the woman. She was retouching her makeup. Her dress screamed luxury.

KATRINA Elder Sesan has been trying to wear ‘normal’ clothes for the past few years but he was never successful in pulling it off. His baggy trousers and long-sleeved brown shirt were just… a terrible combination. He had tied his beard and though he looked older, it was not as obvious as if you knew Penelope almost ten years ago. Penelope was a woman now. A full-grown woman. She had long wavy coal black hair and her extraordinary confidence had never wavered. From what I last remembered, she had a harder voice and always held her head upright.

She had tried to speak to her husband, to calm him and assure him that Penelope would be found, but he would not hear it. Penelope's mother, Yvonne, was a gentle and kind woman. Despite her husband's fearsome reputation, she was known for her compassion and her ability to connect with others. She had a warm and friendly demeanor, and her smile was infectious. She was a small woman with a petite frame, and her hair was long and blonde. Her eyes were a soft brown and they expressed her caring and kind nature. "She must have run away," Uther said, his voice filled with contempt. "She cannot handle the news of her betrothal. But she will learn. She will learn that her place is here, with her pac

I don’t want to upset her. “No, I’m not. My mother, is─was part Brazilian. She was an anthropologist. She died years ago, and I moved in with my uncle until he died last year. It’s just Lyria and me. We were celebrating my twenty-fifth I lean back in the chair with a quirked brow. “You’re twenty-five. I would have thought you were much younger.” Penelope shrugs her shoulders, loosening one of the strings as it glides haplessly down her arm. “I told the woman who took us that I was eighteen after I overheard her saying she wanted young, innocent girls. Have your men found her?”

She looked toward the entrance, and for a moment our eyes met through the glass. The impact was immediate. My wolf went crazy, pacing and whining in my mind. Penelope’s awakened bloodline had intensified everything about her. Her scent carried on the wind and made my hands shake. “Ice Cream Uncle?” Debbie’s voice brought me back to the present. “Are you okay?” “Fine,” I managed. “Just admiring your mother’s work.” Nathan’s expression was dangerous. “Admiring. Right.” The facility door opened again. Penelope emerged. She wore practical training clothes that emphasized her athletic build. Her dark hair was pulled back severely, and her posture was straight.

she eyed my outfit, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips. I forced a smile, nodded, and raised my glass to my lips to avoid talking to her. Who knows what poison laces her slimy forked tongue? I didn’t miss the look in Penelope’s eyes. She was watching Lurane and me with a critical eye. Where is Sophie when I need her? Maybe I should have brought her along to bring Lurane down a notch or two off her high horse. “Someone like her?” Penelope questioned matching Lurane’s scornful tone. “You are talking about Chantelle Jones, my Personal Assistant, honey. And she is efficient as you can see.” She gestured to the decorations. A smug smile brightened her face.

With her newfound determination, the exhaustion and weariness in Penelope’s face disappeared. I gave her a thumbs up as we sat down for lunch, and she mentioned that she would soon start looking for the right agent. Poking at the grilled fish on her plate with her chopsticks, Penelope said, “Jen, I think I’ve found someone.” “Do I know them?” “George Halter.” “That name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it,” I admitted, trying to recall.

“But it seems I’ve found something far more interesting. Do you think the board of directors would like to see this? Or perhaps Mr. Chen Sr.? I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know his son is carrying on with a married assistant.” She lowered her phone, but Kayla could see the gleam in her eyes—the same inquisitive, unsettling look she’d had since the day they’d met. Mrs. Penelope had been quiet, almost invisible, for weeks. But now it was clear—she’d been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Liam stepped in front of Kayla, his face hardening into a mask of anger. “Delete it,” he said. “Now.” Mrs. Penelope smiled—a small, cold smile that made Kayla’s blood run cold. “I don’t think