Penny For Your Thoughts Novels & Stories

I know what I did was wrong but still Max is he's son I pursed my lips in anger thinking on how to get him on my side I wouldn't need the help of that cocky bastard if I could walk...I humped angrily thinking about another way to help Max and Liam "Jane" "Yes ma'am" "Am gonna need you to do me a favor" Penny POV "Morning"I blinked my eyelids rapidly forcing my eyes open...I felt like my head was being pounded with a pestle..I winced a little swaging my head slowly

And that thought sent shivers through me, the good kind. “A penny for your thoughts, pet?” Mason questioned as we got into the car. “Hmm?” I blinked, looking over at him. I hadn’t even realized we finished lunch, let alone got in the car. “You look a bit lost in thought. Not often do you zone out like that. Everything okay?” he asked.

Angelica ~ I read the letter for what feels like the hundredth time, yet it refuses to make any more sense than it did the first. The paper lies open on Marciano’s mahogany desk while I pace the study. I’m sure I’m wearing a path into the rug beneath my feet. I thought drowning myself in schoolwork would silence my thoughts. Instead, they grew louder. One recycled thought after the other, leaving behind the same daunting question I had no answer to: Who could be behind this?

“Maybe my next choice would be hot pink. Since you little shits are so in love with the color yellow.” “We won't come home in that thing next time.” Zachary promised. “Yes, we won't.” Folding her hands and cocking her head to the side, Penny's eyes grew wide and round. “Oh my, are you both threatening me? You ungrateful chickens. I dumped my work to spend quality time with you and this was what I got?” She stated. i slipped in between them and added, “Are you sure the aim was to spend quality time or embarrass them?”

That body— Why did it feel so damn familiar? Steadying myself, I cleared my throat. "Penny for your thoughts." She stiffened before whirling around, her green eyes widening as she found me standing there. Shock flickered across her delicate features before she quickly masked it. "I’m sorry if I startled you," I said, my voice low, edged with something even I couldn’t name. "It’s fine," she replied smoothly, bringing me back to the moment. Her voice was steady, but I wasn’t blind. The way she swallowed, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress. She was trying too hard to appear unaffected.

So much so that it frightened and excite her at the same time. The more she thought of him, the more the smile on her face grew until she couldn't hide it anymore. "What's so funny?" His voice had caught through her thought and pulling her to look back at him. "Ah, it's nothing. I'm just thinking to myself" "A penny for your thought then?" Her mouth parted and then closed before she shrugged it off. "I'm just thinking how crazy it is that I had to be lost before finding someone who calls me pretty instead of hot or sexy"

I let the tears slip one after another. The sight of a white handkerchief in front of me is the only reason I noticed Frank. "Hey beautiful. A dollar for your thoughts?" I laughed softly. "I believe the phrase is a penny for your thoughts." He sat beside me on the deck. "I don't have a penny." He peeked into his wallet. I peeked too. "Just a credit card. Do you want my credit card? Will it make you feel better?" "Are you serious?" "As serious as my name is Francis Michael Harrington." He offered it to me. "My limited knowledge of women has taught me that retail therapy works."

She had always been loving and affectionate so why was I thinking the thoughts of her that I was thinking? The answer of course was the ease with which Penny gave it up. It was circular thinking at its worst. No matter the question, no matter the doubts, no matter the “why am I” it always came back to how quickly Penny had spread her legs and given in to those two men. How could a faithful wife do that?

“Yeah, that. Like what I told you. The thought—your force field—is the area of influence. Anything outside of it won’t be affected by your power. The size varies from thinker to thinker. It expands from your temple since the brain is the source of your thought ability. It’d be complicated if I told you more about it. But that’s the gist of it.” “But I didn’t release a thought when I morphed the pebble. My eyes were closed the whole time.” “You did. You just didn’t see it since, as you mentioned, your eyes were close. Also, someone with sharp focus can perceive a thought even when it’s faint—and it’s a huge advantage when two thinkers face off. Here, try morphing the pebble again but keep you

I began feeling the strange disappointment again, "What if you were in my shoes, what would you have done?" Penny looked defeated, "Probably the same thing you did." She sighed. "I'm going to be fine Penny, I just need to sort my thoughts tonight for the time being, I don't want to think about anything else." "Yeah I sensed that, which is why I brought you out for this." She drove into the parking space outside an ice cream shop." She looked over at me, "Anytime I feel down, I eat ice cream until it melts the sorrow away, so let's go get you out of that sour mood."