Penny Dreadfuls Novels & Stories

Giving this place one last look, she walked away from there slowly, suppressing her excitement. Penny had somehow packed her stuff in a small bed sheet and carried it here. All she wanted was to buy a satchel and put her stuff in it securely before leaving because she didn’t know if at that point of time any shop would be open in her village. She paid two silver coins to the shopkeeper and walked to the corner of the shop, which led into the lonely alley. There she sat on the steps of the shop and packed her belongings. As the time passed, her nervousness increased. What would she say to her relatives when she met them? They had sung her the Happy Birthday song just before selling her. Penny

I hollered. "Should I fuck the move? I fuck anything girl!" Akila teased. All students' knew Akila as a lover of sex and she never cared about what people thought of her, in fact she was proud of being called a 'sex freak!' "Yeah! Fuck that! You enjoy the fuck earlier?" I turned to her as she sat close to Dora, the girl with four eyes – students' gave her that name. She was the most quiet girl in the class and she was once an errand girl to Kelvin. She had this weighed round face and her hair was always bonded in pony tail.

Khai's POV At precisely noon, they arrived exactly as Alfredo had suggested but what I find unusual is the fact that they had children, whom I had presumed were ready, with them. “What is this?” Theo hisses towards them and me simultaneously. One of the witches, a small girl that’s been alive for longer than once thought possible, turns his way. Her name is Penny, and she’s been around for more than one of Damian’s life cycles. She’s the one who started withdrawing children when she could, and I suppose without watching her do so, I would never have concluded that I needed to help.

Moon grabs my arms at the elbows and his eyes drill mine. "It's too late. You're already a part of it. You're injured and have had two concussions in less than a week. You need to heal and stay hidden until I know what's happening. Penny Dandridge is dead, Madison. The next body will not be yours."

“They say Mr. Gregory wasn’t the child’s father, that the father was some kind of demon, and Mrs. Gregory begged him to kill the baby, to take it out to the swamp and drown him. I don’t know if that’s actually what happened, but there was no funeral for that child. No christening neither. Nobody saw him, not even Ms. Penny.” I find it hard to swallow. He continues. “Afterward, Mr. Gregory was found dead in the cigar room upstairs, and Mrs. Gregory had her psychotic break. Poor Ms. Penny was only sixteen when her mother died, and she left school to come here. She’s been alone ever since. Never married, never went back into town.” “And you said this house isn’t haunted,” I choke out. “How many

Annoyed with herself for not being able to block his presence, she pressed her shaking hands into her lap. ‘If you keep scowling like that, no one will dare come over for a reading.’ Penny, Rachel’s younger sister by five years, plopped down in the overstuffed chair with the grace of a tired puppy. Wearing a loosely woven dress of cobalt-blue cotton trimmed with colorful beads, Penny had completed her outfit by adding half a dozen earrings in each ear and enough bracelets and rings to start her own jewelry store.

she said firmly before pushing me away again. I feel like I've been stabbed in the stomach. The alarm clock I had programmed rings on the icy table in my office. It is the end of the dream. We both jump when there is a knock on the door. I am so stunned that I do not realize Lucia is already walking towards the door. I see her straighten up and raise her head like a queen. Then she delicately pulls the handle. A high-pitched scream is heard, bringing me out of my lethargy, and I see with horror the whore my cousin had planned to send me.

Dressed like Princess Leia visiting Jabba the Hut-in other words in a very skimpy outfit that left not much to the imagination-Penny was led through a series of corridors until she and the pig who dragged her by one wrist emerged onto a small raised dais. She blinked in the bright lights but almost wished she'd remained blind when she saw what was around her. She seemed to be in some kind of bar-a very crowded bar. Surrounding the dais on three sides were tables packed with aliens of all types, most of them leering at her. Odors of all kinds assailed her-rancid, unwashed, totally gross-and made her slightly nauseous. She really wished she'd listened to Reg. Once again, her curiosity had land

But my prayers were not enough to spare me from the nightmare that was set up in front of me. Penny’s hair, which used to be so long and shiny, was ghastly cut and her body was full of black bruises and lacerations all over it. The side of her face was swelling and her fingers were dripping blood. My face went green when I found out all her nails were pulled away including the ones on her feet. “Lady Eodelle!”

She walked step by step toward Spencer, a cold smile on her face. Spencer's expression grew uglier. Seeing a frail girl walking toward him somehow gave him the illusion of confronting someone from hell. "You ungrateful daughter! What are you planning to do?" "What am I planning to do?" Penny looked at Spencer, who stood up from the couch, her eyes devoid of fear. "If I want you dead, would you be willing to die?" "You—" Before Spencer could finish his sentence, Penny raised the stick and swung it hard. She cursed, "You disgusting old man! You're just a fool who can only secure deals by selling his daughter!