Penny For Your Thoughts Novels & Stories

I kept my head down, reading through every single message as they popped up, finding the entire thing unbelievably ironic. Even now, at this point, Presley still thought what I cared about was money. He thought I'd walked out over that one cent, over the necklace, and over the fact that he wouldn't loosen his grip on the wallet for me. But he never once understood that what I was done with had nothing to do with who paid for what. It was the fact that his heart was so violently skewed in someone else's direction. I locked my phone and didn't reply to a single message. My pale, hollow reflection stared back at me from the car window.

Hopefully without fainting. She nodded slowly to herself. Yes. That was the best solution. "Are you having a conversation with yourself?” Penny jumped and several people chuckled. Her gaze flew toward the speaker. A middle-aged designer sat across from her, looking amused. Heat immediately rushed to her cheeks. Oh dear… "I... I was just thinking." "Hm." He nodded knowingly, "Looks more like arguing with yourself." Laughter erupted around the table and Penny offered a weak smile. "Maybe a little.”

It was much later that night when sleep was far from her and she had tossed and turned and her bed was similar to a battlefield, that Audrey admitted she had been battling to keep James Mayer out of her thoughts all day. Damn him… It was humiliating, deeply so, in view of all he had said, but for some reason, James had forced himself into her psyche and she couldn’t get rid of him. When the alarm clock on her bedside cabinet showed two o’clock, Audrey gave up all thought of sleep and decided to go for a walk in the garden.

Faith had been staring at her half-drawn canvas for twenty minutes but couldn't get any work done. Instead, she kept thinking about Phil, Anthony, and Myra. What kind of woman was she? She must've been beautiful. Way more beautiful than her. Faith shook her head as she was disappointed in herself for thinking those empty thoughts. What did it matter if she was more beautiful than her? The poor woman was dead. And so was her baby. Anthony's baby.

"This is the full amount you took from me, down to the last cent. Go on, let's see if you dare accept it." Layla shook her head desperately. "No, Ms. Cole, it's a misunderstanding, all of it. Even if I had a hundred times the courage, I wouldn't dare extort you." "The chat records are still there. You can't deny it." Layla broke down, dropping to her knees beside me as she begged for forgiveness. "Pick up every single bill. I don't want one missing." Layla stared at the scattered red banknotes across the floor, looking completely defeated.

Although Amelia did not think that anyone would be able to recognize him due to his absence from the media. “A penny for your thoughts?” calm voice washed over her, tingling her insides and curling her toes. If his voice could have such effect, she wondered what else?

she appreciated coming from the bathroom with the last dress. It was a flowered round knee-high dress showing off her slender legs and pure skin. Her hair was tied in a messy bun with few strands across her face blending the look. She looked beautiful and could get any man off his feet at first sight and he wasn't an exception. He was lost staring at her not listening to what she was saying. "A penny for your thought?" She asked tapping him. "You said?" "I have been talking to myself for a long time, what were you thinking about? Hope all is well with work,"

I remember the times I get to interact with her or crossed paths with her, it is really annoying in my part but I don't why it wasn't that kind of irritation I've always felt. To top it all, I know she likes me. And it annoys me more. To think of it and think of penny doing something to her, that annoys me the most. That is really frustrating. "Thinking of Avis?" Penny stated. Because of that, I realized I was spacing a lot and wants to cuss knowing that I’d think of that annoying human. "Shut up, Penny, you are not helping." "So, you are really thinking of her, hmm." She dead stares at me and proceeds to rummage inside her bag.

What does this creep really want from me? “Penny for your thoughts?” Jane muttered when I was once again lost in my thoughts. I breathed out heavily and closed my eyes. This is the thing I hate about myself. I think a lot, I rack my brain about things that I couldn’t find the answers. Although I tried to act like I don’t care, still the thoughts linger inside my head, fucking me up again and again, and I know very well that it will just stop once I do something about it. Fuck it. For my peace of mind, I need to do something that was never part of my plan. I need to see Carmine. Well, shit really happens and you just have to deal with it.