Penny Jordan Novels & Stories

It was hilarious because I didn't see this happening three months ago. Kane's mum was the coldest woman I had ever seen until whatever changed, changed. I won't actually blame her. If I was the one living with someone like Kane's sperm donor (father), I would have gone crazy. I dropped down to the couch, placing my laptop on my lap and began the job of being idle for the rest of the day. By noon, I was cinched and needed to stretch my limbs. I usually had my hair appointment by this time but seeing as I had already made the worst mistake of my life last night, my Saturday schedule was literally empty.

“Tami will put these in water, and cut the mango for poor Joey. If I ask her nicely, she’ll bring us some coffee.” I fumbled in the bag, and held out some chocolates. At least I got that part right. “Maybe these would help.” She arched an eyebrow at me. “There may be hope for you yet. Now, sit down, and tell me how you know my Katy—and why you call her Katharine.” She smiled when I produced a second box of chocolates. “If those are for me, then you have my permission to call me Penny.” Penny Johnson was bright, smart, and as I learned, filled with stories of Katharine as a teenager. However, I discovered, her short-term memories were shaky at best.

Rachel glared at him, slamming the tray she was holding down the table she was cleaning. “Have you seen his peni$, Mr. Mathis?” She asked scathingly and the look on the reporter’s face made Jordan laughed out loud as he was watching it from his office. “Because I can assure you that the peni$ the world got to see is not of Jordan Cunningham’s. I can attest to that because I’m the owner of the most prize peni$ in the world! If you have, then, let’s talk and share notes.” Jordan was watching that segment with Xavier and Adam and the three of them laughed out loud at her response. The following day, the headline of the tabloids around the country read, “I’M THE OWNER OF MOST PRIZE PENI$ IN THE

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.”

Her answer came off like a whisper. “Hello, Penny, it is nice to meet you. Are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before.” As I try to make small talk with her, she starts coming out from behind the bookshelves, and as she does that I can finally see her. She has a petite but toned body, chocolate flawless skin with black straight hair that went until her waist but what intrigued me the most was her eyes, purple beautiful eyes that would make you drown in them before you could even realize, she was absolutely gorgeous.

I simply chose a grey bra and panty. I realize my life is dry, like sandpaper. I don't go to clubs or on tinder dates like my other classmates do. I feel like I don't belong in this fast forward modern generation. I am an old school person. Simplicity is the new black for me. I lift my one leg, then another, and put it inside my panty. Suddenly my phone rings, I try to get it but my leg slips and I fall flat on the floor, my panties get stuck onto my legs.

“You okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’ve been staring at that paragraph for ten minutes.” I smiled faintly. “Just thinking.” “About him?” she asked carefully. “About both of them,” I admitted. She sighed but didn’t push. We’d had this conversation too many times. It wasn’t until later, when the sun dipped behind the buildings, that Jessy gasped and pointed at the TV. “Oh my god, Haven—look!” The news anchor’s voice filled the room: “…and rising author Haven Thorne’s debut novel, The Glass Garden, continues to top charts nationwide…”

Oh, I am too early to even cuss him. He reached for my hand which made me freeze and place it over his thigh. “What would you like to eat, Hya?” He asked as he rubbed my sides. I felt uncomfortable with it since a lot were watching. But somehow, part of me was already used to it. “The fact that we aren’t at your wedding because it was rushed and we are out of the country surely breaks our heart…” Penny said as she reached her chest. All of them mimicked Penny. She had curly red hair and a round-shaped face… she was also voluptuous and gorgeous. I just can’t keep my eyes off those beautiful curves. Her lips were small but full… It was the shape of a heart.

Jordan kept talking soloton while removing his trousers. He was going to take his bath. He turned away from her and got his towel, placed it around his neck. "Sorry I forgot something. There's a new detective. Her name is Tina Smith and she's a smart girl but to me, no woman is smarter than you. We are a pair while Kunle and Isabella are working together. I am comfortable working with her and I think we are getting along so well.." Jordan continued talking to the portrait. He was behaving like a psycho. How can he be talking to the portrait of a dead woman? Is he alright?

I asked, trying to make some sort of small talk out of nervousness. "No, It's my day off!"He looked around my place, seeing that nobody was home."Where is Penelope today?" "Well, it's a workday for me so Penelope is at my Mom's."Jack and I were standing across from each other, neither of us willing to take a seat. I'm pretty sure I was making him feel awkward. "So we should probably talk." "What's going on, Jamie?"He asked. I folded my arms across my chest."So I know about you getting arrested a couple of times for driving while drunk. My father told me."