Penny For Your Thoughts Novels & Stories

We take turns washing each other with hard restraint, quite literally. Now we're tangled in the sheets absolutely naked, we didn't continue round two, just for context. He's playing with my hair and I'm listening to the steadiness of his heartbeat. A thought lingers as the back of my mind but my mouth just can't seem to say it out loud. "Penny for your thoughts?" He asks suddenly, I look up and our eyes connect, his seeming to try to read whatever is going on in my mind through my eyes. I'm not even going to ask how he figured, he gets me more than me myself so...

The judging would be in six weeks. Since Joanna had worked during the day, she took a classmate’s offer to party all night. Penny, who was the youngest person to win seven-hundred and fifty-two million dollars in the Florida state lottery, had enrolled in the fashion school last month. Everyone thought she was nice, but she had more money than she had talent. Keyonna had said last week that for Penny’s sake she hoped she got better at designing clothes because the way she spent money she was going to need to know how to do something to make money.

Just like he was maybe in a daydream? “Penny for your thoughts.” I asked him. “I’m just thinking, but not really of anything, kind of a lot of things. My mind keeps jumping around.” He said with smirk, he thought it was funny when I said penny for your thoughts. Because you know it’s a play on my name. I turned to look towards him. I ran my fingers across his bare chest. Loving how his skin was so warm and how he smelled so good like pecans and grass, almost woodsy. I softly glide my fingers across him, and I could feel the sparks when we touched. I loved how we reacted to each other. I hope that never stops. “I hope your uncle

She nodded, humming. We sat in silence, and for a moment, I thought she'd fallen asleep. I looked down at her, and she was looking right at me. She didn't say anything, but I know there's a lot on her mind. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked. Her eyes darted between mine, deep in thought.

Nivea's POV: I wake up to an empty bed with a rose and a note in keenan's spot. I pick up the rose and smell it with a smile. Grabbing the note it reads "My love, I'm sorry I couldn't see you when you woke up but I had to help dad with pack business, I'll see you tonight. I love you, Keenan."

Penny could only glare at Charlie warily, demanding, "What exactly do you want?! Wait, I get it—you plan to free the dead soldiers and armed cavalry guards here! If you can stifle my cultivation this easily, you'd definitely be able to clear the poison from their bodies, too. "Oh, and I bet they will be so grateful that they'd dedicate their lives to your service to you and work hard for you. But let me give it to you straight—I am Penny Singer, and I will never yield! Keep me around, and you'd be keeping a ticking time bomb with you! You need to be determined if you want to win, so you'd best kill me now and spare yourself a lot of trouble in the future!" Charlie raised an eyebrow and purse

Penelope put her hands on the knobs and took a deep breath. “Are you okay?” I asked. She looked nervous. Really uncharacteristic of her. Her hands trembled. She looked up. For the first time, Penny’s eyes weren’t cold and lifeless, they were filled with sadness and something akin to longing. She smiled softly. “I’m fine. Unpleasant memories but nothing a bottle of wine can’t cure later.”

In a serious tone, Magdalena chirped in, "I can vouch that she's a Schubert." Upon hearing that, everyone understood what she meant—a female Schubert had a lower status in the family than their house pet. Everyone from Andorry knew this. Abraham was a little annoyed. "Miss, are you trying to cause trouble?" "Of course not!" Penny straightened her back. Sadly, she appeared so insecure that she didn't seem like she could afford the whopping price of 21 million. "I don't have the money, but my friend, Woody, does." That little confidence which Penny had had came from Woody.

As I sit there, I imagine running my fingers up her spine and then kissing softly where my fingers left. Smiling or rather smirking, I can’t help but wonder what she is thinking right now. Is she scared? Or is she as turned on right now as I am? I mean she must know that I am sitting here with a giant erection just begging to be touched by her feminine hands. After sitting here for a few minutes longer, I clear my throat and sit forward before grabbing her attention. “A penny for your thoughts.” I state just above a whisper.

He uses the sharpest, most vicious words to attack everyone around him. But I can hear his thoughts. Whenever he tells me to get lost, his mind is always begging, almost pathetically: Don’t go. I need you. I was intrigued. I pitied him. And I fell in love. In six years of marriage, my presence has helped his condition improve. He can interact normally with others now. But with me, and only me, he’s still cold as ice. Because of his thoughts, I told myself he loved me. Until Camilla showed up.