Penny Jordan Novels & Stories

I resisted him and pulled it back into my body, but he was much stronger than me and he effortlessly pulled my hand back out. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be," He hissed. When we got into the mall, we went straight to an infant clothing shop. "Good afternoon Sir and Madame, is there anything I can help you with today?" A lady aged about sixty said in a pretty annoying tone. God everything is annoying me today. Blame it on the hormones girl. The woman had long grey hair tied back in a low ponytail, a long skirt that reached her feet and a loose top. She looked at Leo and then down to me and I saw a slight flicker of disapproval in her eyes before Leo began to talk

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

If anything, he looked skeptical. “Um, hi,” said Penny as she fluffed her orange beanie. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" Timothy asked, ignoring her greeting. Penny's poise remained intact as she extended her hand. "You have, Timothy. I'm Penelope Carter, but you can call me Penny." Timothy frowned. “Penelope...” “Undercover reporter,” Penny added. “And I’m here to help you guys.” Timothy looked over at me then, his frown deepening. "A reporter?”

“What’s in the flash drive?” Jordan closed the door behind him and walked towards me, dropping the flash drive on the table. “Judge Pennington.” A mischievous smirk spread across my face as I grabbed the flash drive. “I was starting to think that we wouldn’t get anything on him.” “It wasn’t easy because he covered his tracks pretty well. But my private investigator is the best.” Jordan replied, crossing his arms around his chest. “Thank you.” “The man has a lot of skeletons in his closet.”

What will Jacobs gifts be, and how come he has not displayed any of them yet? ‘I want to see how far I can teleport.’ Penny said suddenly, interrupting her dad and mates train of thought. Because she doesn’t speak out loud her thoughts rang loud in their heads. “No. Absolutely not!” Her father exclaimed. “We need to inform your mother on the recent events. I'm sure she will have a few words to say.” Her father used his link to summon Joann. They sat in silence till she arrived. Bobby sat with Penny and held her in his arms. Penny was thinking to herself. Was he trying to keep her grounded?

The room ices over quickly. “We have some very talented individuals here today, and they deserve an introduction. Brent, who’s already spoken, is an outstanding critic and will be observing you all closely. Next, I’d like you to meet Jordan Wright. She’s from California, and she’s one of the best female assassins in the country, with triple-ten stats." She is overly impressed by them but also sees their flaws.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

So, I offered her a seat. "You can talk whenever you feel comfortable," I said. She seemed to relax and spoke. "Jordan, Alpha's brother, had a secret tunnel in the northern caves. I was once playing with my friend Penny. He asked us to check out his secret hideaway. I refused because mama warned me not to talk to men. But Penny didn't listen, and she went with him. I was curious, so I followed them. I know where he took her." "Did you go inside?"

I called but nobody answered. Is she asleep? But it's already past 1pm! "Penelope?" I called again. I grabbed the door knob and tried to open it. IT'S UNLOCKED. I peeked inside and the first thing I saw was a huge pink bed. "Penelope?" I called again and decided to come inside. I walked towards the left side of her bed and saw a table with a row of picture frames. One was a little Penelope maybe around 6 or 7 years old, wearing a long pink gown and a high heels that is obviously not hers. It's too big for a kid like her in this picture.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.