Penny Character Disney Novels & Stories

Keller's hungry eyes on her pert bottom. Penny was only eighteen, still at school and only worked for the middle-aged obese Mr. Keller on Saturdays to make a little bit of extra money which she mostly spent on clothes and music. Her father had got her the job with Mr. Keller, a fellow churchgoer and family man, recommending Penny as a hard worker who always had a smile on her face, which was absolutely true. She often felt her smile slipping though when Mr. Keller stood a little too closely behind her or made her bend down in front of him to pick something off the lower shelves in the storeroom at the back of the shop.

Tracy hissed. Penny, your attitude and the way you dress isn't even worth a penny. You're not even worth a fucking penny. "I'm just being friendly." She fakes a smile at me before turning back to the rode. Friendly my ass. "The dude's Romeo and that one beside you is Megan. And that's Penny." Tracy says. "Hi." I answered sheepishly. "Your voice sounds so virgin-y." Penny commented right away. Ugh, what's the deal with this woman?

"Who's the Oracle? And what do you mean rescue mission? Are you saying you didn't kidnap me on a whim? What interest does your Oracle have in me? Is this some kind of alien plot?" Reeling from the onslaught of questions aimed his way, because apparently she couldn't halt in her excitement and nervousness, his gaze darted around as if searching for escape. He'd soon learn Penny possessed the traits of a canine breed. Once she got her teeth into something, she didn't stop until her curiosity was satisfied. "So where do you live? Is everyone blue like you?"

How could they have not? I heard a soft knock on my door and then Penny stepped in with a few files in her hand. She came to take a seat opposite me. Penny was a skinny and tall 22 year old. She had black hair that was always up in a neat bun. Her fingernails were long and coloured bright pink. She was unusually pretty: she had the look and walk of a model. I still wondered why she’d chosen to become a secretary instead. Any model agency would sign her up at first glance. “This is your workload that I had to do yesterday.” She told me, putting the files on my desk. “I just need your signatures on them.”

"And Paula Ray's daughter, Sophie, you should have seen what she was wearing today. Her skirt didn't come halfway to her knees. And she used to be such a sweet little girl. I'm just glad you never let Paige wear anything like that. Pray for her." I kept from rolling my eyes through sheer force of will. "I'll do that. Thanks, Penny, but we need to get going, don't want to be too late." Penny said goodbye and 'nice to meet you' as she smiled a big, fake smile and backed away, looking back and forth between me and Sandy a couple of times before heading down one of the aisles with her basket. "So," Sandy leaned in towards me, "you reckon anyone's ever told her gossip's a sin?"

"Or could it be that your age has affected your ability to judge performances, and now it's worse than mine, who isn't even a professional?" The man's voice carried a lazy tone, and in the small space, it echoed slightly. Despite this, you could tell he wasn't very old, and the shadows cast from the dark corners revealed his relaxed posture. Penny was slowly coming out of character. Although her chest still felt heavy with sorrow, immersed in the terror of that time, her attention was somewhat diverted by the man whose face she couldn't clearly see. She could only see one side of his face, but he appeared to be more handsome than many celebrities in the entertainment industry.

She smiled at her boss and asked, “What is wrong, Penny? Why are you crying?” Penny didn’t even realize that she was crying. She wiped her face with a tissue and replied, “I was thinking about my family who abandoned me. I have been an obedient daughter since childhood, but I failed to capture their hearts.” Tina comforted her and said, “I am sorry, my dearest. However, I am glad that you are surrounded by people who love you. Penny, please send me my dreamboat photo. Looking at his photo will be enough for me.”

I think we should go clubbing later tonight,” Penny declared, her voice light and breezy. I stared at her, fork hovering mid-air above my third plate of kleftiko, utterly dumbfounded. “Clubbing?” I repeated, incredulous. “Are you serious?” My cousin’s tiny frame belied the force of her personality. Her black hair shimmered under the soft light, and her brown eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. Mischief, it seemed, was aimed directly at me today.

NOAH’S POV “Penny, let’s go already. I’m famished,” I groaned for what had to be the fifth time today. Maybe the sixth. Honestly, I’d lost count—and also my patience. We've been shopping nonstop for hours, and Penny doesn't look like she's going to stop soon. Heads up: Penny is a shopaholic on steroids. I should’ve known better the moment she said we had “girly things” to do. That phrase should come with a health warning, especially when you’ve had nothing to eat since morning.

she asked innocently, while carefully edging the corners of her drawing. “Yes,” Adam answered matter of factly. Penny silently pondered over it. She wondered if she also had a dad. If yes then where was he? How would he be? Only one face flashed through her mind. An idea clicked her and she began drawing another figure beside her. This one was muscular and taller than both of the females. She put all her concentration in making the sketch and when she was done, she filled it with color. Adam’s eyes grew wide when he noticed a muscular frame beside little Penny.