Penelope Yates Novels & Stories

I put it in my boots. "Please where are we??."I asked her. "This is the Thompson club."She said . "Can I take a train from this place to crescent palace."I asked again. She looked at me weirdly."That place has been bought by the government." "Ok." "Can I spend night here,I don't mind sleeping on the floor."Bethany continued. "I have an even better idea."She said. "What is it.". "We are currently looking for waitress ,you could work here."She said.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

If anything, he looked skeptical. “Um, hi,” said Penny as she fluffed her orange beanie. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" Timothy asked, ignoring her greeting. Penny's poise remained intact as she extended her hand. "You have, Timothy. I'm Penelope Carter, but you can call me Penny." Timothy frowned. “Penelope...” “Undercover reporter,” Penny added. “And I’m here to help you guys.” Timothy looked over at me then, his frown deepening. "A reporter?”

"In terms of credentials and ability, Penelope isn't qualified for that project." Sydney had studied under an expert in the field for 15 years, inherited his teachings fully, practiced for three years, and even helped develop medicines. What did Penelope have? "Penny is a top graduate from Jouleston University," Caleb said, frowning. "She's also your senior. You only have a bachelor's. Why should she be beneath you?" Sydney's eyes stayed cold. "If you're unhappy, call the police." "Sydney!" His patience faded. "Don't make me regret my decision from all those years ago!"

“ Penelope can you please come with me so we go get some firewood “ she heard cate scream from the room and she stood up from the clothes that she had been washing from the past one hour . “ Why don’t you wait till I get done with these things “ she told her, smiling . “ Don’t worry dear ,I will get done with it “ cate mom told her with a smile on her face . Penelope looked at the woman and without anyone telling she knew that all wasn’t well but she just couldn’t place her hands on it . “ You girls should be back early “ she told them and with that cat dragged her away . This month with cate had been the best of her life ,she was the sister that she never had .

And if that means keeping her home with me and teaching her personally, so be it. “Would you like something else, my dear?” Penelope asks sweetly. She’s a tiny woman pushing seventy years old. Her thinning silver hair is pulled back into a tight, severe bun atop her head. Despite her otherwise snooty appearance, Penelope is nothing but warm and kind. She’s been in my employment for a little over five years now, helping me keep an eye on Odette while staying on top of the household chores. Odette eyes the gingerbread house kits that sit on the kitchen counter, waiting to be opened. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes that tells me everything I need to know.

Williams clenched his weak fists beneath the covers. Penelope let out a sigh, stood, and wandered toward the window, watching the city blink below like stars under her feet. “This is just the beginning, you know,” she said. “Soon, I’ll be Mrs. Andy Smith.” Williams tried to move. To rise. But his body refused to obey. Penelope turned back to him, pitying and cruel. “Oh, are you trying to stand? That’s cute.” She crossed to the bed, reached for the pillow. “No more delays,” she whispered, the voice of her conscience nothing but a fading echo. “Time to discard you.”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.