Penelope Yates Novels & Stories

“I—this isn’t—” Brayden’s voice was sharp, filled with cold fury. “Tell me, Penelope.” She looked up, shaking, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I don’t know anything about this!” she cried. Darla clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “Sure you don’t.” Penelope shook her head frantically. “This was staged! It’s fabricated!” Brayden stood up. His movement was slow, controlled—dangerous. “Take her away and lock her up,” he ordered.

Definitely not a Dani kind of girl. Ryker walks into the room wearing flannel pants and no shirt. He comes to a halt when he sees me and rakes a hand through his golden-blond hair. “Damn. Any clue how many captions I could put on this image—” “Trust me, she can caption them herself,” replies Penelope as she follows him into the room and swats him on the ass. With her copper hair up in a messy knot and her red glasses perched on her nose, she looks slightly mussed and happy in her pjs. I’m not surprised considering the number of times I heard her calling out his name last night. I’m thrilled they’re in love and all that jazz, but dang, enough with the awesome sex already. I make a mental note

“Say what you came to say and get out." Three years. That’s how long Penelope had been my father’s widow. Three years of her showing motherly concern, but I could see her desperate attempts to claw her way into power. At first, I let her live because she was harmless. Now? My claws unsheathed slightly, puncturing the armrest. Now she’s overstepping… "That creature doesn’t belong here Damon!" Penelope strode forward, slamming her palms on my desk. “Take the pup from her and throw her back to the gutter she crawled from!"

She leans back into the touch without pausing, without looking up, and for one full second the two of them go quiet and soft and so completely married that I have to glance away, like I’ve walked in on something private. Then it’s gone. The hand lifts, the warmth snaps off, and the two of them turn their pale stern eyes back on me in unison, and the temperature drops right back down to stranger. “Now.” Penelope folds her hands on the counter. “The Lycan King’s name buys you my attention, girl. I’ll be very clear that it buys you nothing else. It does not buy you the grade, it does not buy you my goodwill, and it most certainly does not buy you the thing you mean to ask for, because the thing

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

The woman beamed, sprinting up, “Hello! Are you Cal’s assistant?” Penelope walked to her desk, “Yes I am.” “Oh wow! You're a pretty one. Vanessa Dawson, you?” Vanessa stretched forth her hand and Penelope's jaw fell. Vanessa…Dawson? As in…Calvin's sister?! She had seen her on I*******m, but she was even more beautiful in real life. And it was now she noticed the resemblance. “Hi ..hi, nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Penelope Adams,” Penny shook her hand shakily and the girl giggled.

Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, he opened it to reveal a shocking and explicit image of a woman named Penelope. The picture displayed Penelope sitting in her personal car, her tight top struggling to contain her ample cleavage. It was a provocative sight, one that seemed intentionally designed to entice and shock the recipient. Liam's initial reaction was a mixture of temptation and disgust, as he grappled with the unexpectedness of the image.

There isn't that much room in the front. "There you guys are. I thought you guys weren't gonna show." Penelope looks at us exasperated. She is very dramatic. She bosses around the other girls and looks for seats with us. After all, she is the captain of the team. She has really put a lot of effort into her clothes. Short skirt, crop top, and heels. That woman never stops looking for a little trouble.

PENELOPE Hi I'm Penelope Gabrielle Avery, 17 years old. Yes, I'm the famous, gorgeous, and rich heir of Avery Corporation, but I don't really know much about dad's business. I lost my mom when I was 8, car accident. So, I'm living with my dad who only comes home once or twice a month. It isn't a big deal though since he buys me gifts from his business trips abroad. And yes, I'm the only child so he spoils me. I can have everything I want to have.

a tall woman in traditional dance attire commented. Danice glanced at her and froze. She recognized the tall woman. Isn’t she… Penelope, the one famous for her electrifying dance skills, called the Madonna of her time?! Danice’s eyes brightened. She wasn’t particularly interested in the dance industry, but because of Yvette, she couldn’t help knowing a lot about it. Naturally, she’d heard of Penelope, though Penelope wouldn’t become famous until years later. What Danice admired most was that Penelope had once stood up to Yvette. Even though she hadn’t won in the end, Danice still respected her.