Penny Brooks Novels & Stories

“I love that, how much is that per square feet?” “Don’t worry about it. Everything here is within your budget. Even if you pick the most expensive stuff, it will all be covered. Penny is truly gifted. No wonder she was your assistant.” “I have a knack for choosing the right person for the job.” “How old is Penny?” “She turned 18 a few months ago. No mate though.” “Ah.” “Why, feel a pull towards her?” I asked, half joking. “Maybe a little..” Alec busted out laughing at my expression. “I’m joking!” He tried to grab my hand but I slapped it away.

“You know, Aaron… you should see the playground here. It’s wonderful. Little swings, slides… sunshine on smiling faces, children having so much fun. I bet your daughter loves swings too.” Aaron freezes, pulse spiking, realizing immediately why he had felt so odd about the sound before. “Don’t you dare!” Brooks chuckles quietly, the sound low and smug. “Relax, but it’s probably too late for that. I’m just making conversation. But maybe you should come join me for that coffee after all. Say… Citrine Café, downtown, it’s famous, you should know it. Half an hour.” “I’m not coming.” “That’s fine,” Brooks says, voice still perfectly calm. “Then I’ll give your share of the coffee to her. She’s righ

But he didn't understand what she was doing. “I don't have any money left,” Penny said honestly. “But I'm sure this is worth a good amount. Can you find someone to buy it? You can deduct my hotel bills and…” Renny pursed his lips and refused to take it. “No, that seems important to you,” he said. Penny looked at him again. She was still hesitant to part with it. But only a second later, she looked determined. “It's no longer important to me,” she lied.

Grace laughed, hugging Penny tightly. "My chest, Grace," Penny gasped. "Oh I'm so sorry, does it hurt? Your checkup is today, isn't it?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't appreciate such a bear hug, it causes chest pain." "So who's the actor?" "He is very handsome and famous, but you wouldn't know, it's not like you watch TV or anything," Penny laughed. "I've changed, I now watch dramas, I might know the guy." "Okay, it's David Stone," Penny replied.

“Noel Greer. Who is this?” He harshness of his voice jolted Penny back to the present, gritting on her nerves. Yet that voice in her ear…it hurt that forgetting was not so easy. “I-,” she cleared her throat to speak louder. “It’s Penelope Quinn. I need your help.” Straight to the point, no need to beat about the bush. The silence on the other side was deafening. For a moment she feared he hung up but the soft sound of his breathing assured her he was still on the other side.

"Uh-oh." Jen looked back at her pleadingly as if begging her not to say anything. Kerry was too shocked to do anything more than stand there at a loss. The two elderly people made their way up the steps with a little baggie from the diner. "We decided to sneak you one of those pastry things you like from the diner. The boy still hard at work?" Gramps grinned at her before he got a good look at who was standing there on her steps, and his whole demeanor changed.

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?”

“Mr. Banks, Chairman Mortensen!” Connor approached with Penny on his arm, holding a glass of red wine. He noticed the commotion from a distance and, upon seeing Briella’s appearance, was momentarily stunned. “Miss McKenna, what happened?” “Nothing. Just a minor accident,” Briella responded casually, though her gaze landed on the woman beside him—Penny. Penny wore a haute couture gown and had flawless makeup, showing no signs of illness. Their eyes met briefly, and Penny instinctively looked away.

Oh, I am too early to even cuss him. He reached for my hand which made me freeze and place it over his thigh. “What would you like to eat, Hya?” He asked as he rubbed my sides. I felt uncomfortable with it since a lot were watching. But somehow, part of me was already used to it. “The fact that we aren’t at your wedding because it was rushed and we are out of the country surely breaks our heart…” Penny said as she reached her chest. All of them mimicked Penny. She had curly red hair and a round-shaped face… she was also voluptuous and gorgeous. I just can’t keep my eyes off those beautiful curves. Her lips were small but full… It was the shape of a heart.

She stopped to hold it in place. “Who are you and what do you want?” a female’s voice hissed at her back. Penny felt icy chilliness around her. She braced up and said, “I want your services.” The woman behind her walked slowly in front of her and Penny looked into her yellow eyes. A chill ran down her spine. “I— I am P— Penny,” she stuttered. The woman, whose black hair was tied in neat braids along her scalp to the back, tilted her head. Her long earrings grazed the skin of her neck. She was wearing black leather pants and a tight jacket that showed her curves. Eeriness hung around her like second skin.