Penny Brooks Novels & Stories

“How about this? I was just about to visit Mr. Jackson. Take me to your place instead.” Penny froze. She unlocked the door of the passenger’s seat after a moment before quietly driving the car. She wanted to say something while on the road, but she never managed to. Harvey could not figure out why a tomboy like Penny would put on such an expression. Harvey scrolled through his phone while showing a faint smile. “It’s not our first time meeting, Ms. Penny. “Your father, Eliel Braff, and Quill Gibson are my brothers now. “If you don’t want to tell them anything, you can always come to me instead. Maybe I can help.

"Mr. Watson doesn't have time to see you. You should be grateful you're even getting 50 cents." I turned toward Emily Wright, the senior accountant in finance, my voice coming out tight and rushed. "Ms. Wright, please, tell me, what exactly was my commission for last month?" Emily's shoulders hunched as she shrank back, her eyes darting away from mine. She stammered, "I-I really don't know. Ms. Watson handles all the commissions. Yours might actually just be 50 cents." Sasha lifted her chin, that smug smile right back in place. "Hear that? I'm the one in charge of the books now, and 50 cents is all you're worth."

Penny looked up at me and pouted. “Penny. Introduce yourself, okay? Just like you practiced in class remember?” Penny looked at her shoes and nodded. “Hello. My name is Penny Harris from the SilverFang pack.” She started rocked back and forth on her feet nervously. I smiled and knelt to her level. “It's nice to meet you Penny.” I reach out my hand and she shook mine shyly. “Are you Greg and Jess's daughter?”

As the daughter of a mistress, Penny had no right to touch it. I said nothing. I just stared at her coldly. Penny's eyes reddened. "Never mind. I know you've never liked me, Vee, and you're always looking down on me..." As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Leon with a pitiful expression. Leon frowned. He knew the significance of this brooch, but he still spoke up. "Veronica, Penny just wants to borrow it for a day." Marco also sneered. "Veronica, it's just a brooch. Do you really have to be so petty?"

She turns. Mr. Bryan gets up. He is taller than her in her heels. All I get is his side profile from my position, and he is unrecognisable. Long gone is his mask of geniality. Replaced by a cold calculating expression that surprises the outspoken Shirley to a shocking quietness. "I am of the idea that Penny doesn't want him in jail. And she is demanding or begging for this by putting herself through extremely self harming vices. Can you really say you have your daughter's best interest at heart if you won't even listen to her?" He asks.

Penny looked at Grandpa Saxon and replied, “I will talk to him, Grandpa. Big Brother plays a major role in my life. He may not be my biological brother, but he has showered me with love more than my biological parents have ever done.” Storm looked at Penny and said, “I told you several times that Ives doesn’t deserve you, but you didn’t listen. He is too ambitious, baby sister.” Penny smiled at her brother and replied, “I don’t know what to do, Big Brother. I love him with all my heart.” Aunt Judy patted Penny’s hand and said, “Sweetheart, please don’t allow this matter to come between the two of you. Are you sleeping over or are you going back tonight?” Penny smiled at Aunt Judy and replied

Brynn’s POV Brynn’s team brings in a new publicist to manage the press fallout from the shooting. Her name is Lena Brooks, mid-thirties, sharp-eyed, with the kind of dry humor that survives a crisis instead of folding under it. She arrives in an Uber at the production office Monday morning with a leather portfolio and a tablet, wearing a blazer that probably costs more than my monthly rent and carrying an attitude that suggests she’s solved worse problems before breakfast.

Alpha and Bobby just nod agreeing. *Penny* Early Saturday morning Penny woke up and was awake for the first time in days. As she lay in bed, she notices Bobby was laying with her. She was wondering how she got in bed, she didn’t remember going. She was stiff so she stretched out trying not to wake him. She wiggled from under his protective arm and staggered to the bathroom. Her legs felt like jelly. When she looked in the mirror, she looked pale, and her hair was a matted mess. It stuck out in all directions. She looked thin and sickly. She just stood there looking at her appearance. She heard Bobby moving around in the bed and then loud steps as he ran to the bathroom.

A low rumble comes from Bryce and Peyton shakes her head, “No, no, it can’t be him.” “She isn’t allowed near him.” Bryce grumbles and I frown, he hasn’t shown me this side of him. The side that’s so… commanding. His ice blue eyes seem so intense, I swear that instead of getting darker, they get lighter, almost as if they’re white. Peyton huffs, “I guess we’re back to square one. I’m going to get some rest, I’ll see you for dinner.” Bryce nods his head and Franklin quietly dismisses himself. I glance around the room, just to make sure that we’re completely alone and I ask, “What’s wrong with Tony Brooks?”

“It’s me.” Everyone turned around and saw a tall, handsome man in a suit approaching them quickly. One of the girls who knew him gasped. “Oh, so it was Mr. Pine.” “Who’s Mr. Pine…?” asked another girl who did not know him quietly. “You just returned to the country, so you wouldn’t know. His family isn’t very wealthy, but they’re the Brooks’ dedicated lawyers. They’re no small-fry either. Marcus Pine is already a barrister at his age, so he’s an elite member of society!”