Penny Jordan Novels & Stories

Alex~ The library is quieter than I expect for a Tuesday afternoon, sun slanting through the high windows in streaks that cut across the long rows of desks. I spot Jordan easily, hunched over a stack of notes with his earbuds in, tapping a pen against his laptop like the beat is something only he can hear. I drop my bag on the chair beside him, and he looks up with that grin of his that always feels half-mocking, half-genuine. “Alex,” he says, pulling one bud out. “Man of mystery. Thought you disappeared.”

she said. Penny felt like her soul had just left her body. “What? Who killed her?“ She asked. “Penny, tell me. What happened?“ “I don't know,” Penny said, still crying. “She was just a woman who didn't want any trouble. She never fought with anyone. Why would they kill her?“ Jojo's eyes were filled with tears too. Penny's mom was good. She treated her as her mom. She would visit them often, and she was a bad person at all.

As she begins to turn away, Jordan stops her. “We’ll take the penthouse.” He pulls out his ID and a credit card. The woman puts her hands on her hips. “It’s more expensive because of the holiday. Are you sure that’s something you can afford?” She asks with a smirk. “My Mommy and Daddy have lots of money. They’re bosses.” Dakota says. Jordan looks up at her and smiles.

Just who I needed. She smiled nervously. “Sorry, I—I forgot to ask. Could you make a quick video for Jordan?” I crossed my arms. “Who’s Jordan?” Her smile turned shy, eyes darting away. “My girlfriend.” I blinked. “Your… what?” She nodded quickly, biting her lip. “Yeah. Jordan. She’s obsessed with hockey, and you’re her favorite. She’s gonna die when she sees this.” My jaw actually dropped. “You’re telling me Reyes knew—”

Rude much now? “Good morning. You must be the new junior,” Penny's eyes went back to the man and she smiled, whilst nodding. “Yes. I'm Penelope Adams.” He stood up and offered her a handshake. “Wilson Moriarty,” he said and Penny shook his hand, “Here is your seat. Welcome to Dawnat.” Her eyes glanced at the seat beside him and she smiled, “Thank you.” The woman at the other end didn't bother talking to her and so, she didn’t bother striking a conversation.

She is also the last living relative of the old man our father took out when we were no more than seven. Jordan grunts. "Well shit." I nod, agreeing completely with him. "Yeah, well shit it really is." As though we summoned her, Jenny appears out of nowhere in her assigned maid's uniform. "So? What do you think?" I look at her as I close my screen. "You look absolutly gorgeous." Jordan's jaw just drops as he stands up and takes her hand, spinning her around like he's dancing with her. His answer is in the form of a whistle.

“Noel Greer. Who is this?” He harshness of his voice jolted Penny back to the present, gritting on her nerves. Yet that voice in her ear…it hurt that forgetting was not so easy. “I-,” she cleared her throat to speak louder. “It’s Penelope Quinn. I need your help.” Straight to the point, no need to beat about the bush. The silence on the other side was deafening. For a moment she feared he hung up but the soft sound of his breathing assured her he was still on the other side.

Yes, because I have to do things like eat and keep that leaky roof over my head. "It's Lucille, you can call me Lucille. You go on and get to your writing I'll see you when I see you. Wait a minute you have food don't you?" "Yes, thank you-I do." She made a hasty retreat after that, too embarrassed to hang around any longer. She looked around for Mr. Hottie but he was nowhere in sight. Kerry almost smiled for the first time in months at the memory of him. It had been quite some time since she'd felt that little spark of interest, now she had two things to get her juices flowing; the hot new guy in town, and her stories.

I opened the book again and searched for the page where I left unfinished reading. I was just in chapter ten, but I could say it was full of emotion. The character of Sindy Kate was complex. She had full of flaws, yet she was also strong and driven. She was completely the Harry Bloom I knew, and she did a good job in making Sindy a heroine in the story.

Jessica said. "And this person is most probably Austin," Jordan insisted. "How is everything with the private detective?" Jessica asked him. "No news. He said he's still collecting clues and evidence." Jordan let out a loud sigh and rested his back on the back of the couch. He terribly missed her. He wanted to see her again. He wanted to hold her in his embrace again. He didn't tell anyone, but he had started writing in a journal lately; every day, he would write five or more pages about everything that had been happening. He wrote down his feelings to Aubrey and how her absence killed him slowly and painfully. He planned on giving it to her once she was back, but the saddest thing was, ther