Penny Novels & Stories

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

He shook the purse and the coins jingled inside. “Thank you!” said Penny jumping in her place. This was her first ever salary and she deserved it. “Well I have topped it with some bonus because you did really well,” Vega said with a smile. Penny bit her lip. This was too good. She would sell these silver coins in the human world and exchange them for hard cash. “Thank you so much Vega!” she said again. He waved his hand and replied, “Ah! It’s fine. Keep doing well!” “I will!”

In the future, if Presley ever crossed my mind at all, it would probably only be because of that ten-cents discrepancy on the electricity bill. And then, I would smile. After all, that ten cents had already been paid back in full. As for everything else he owed me, that was something he could never repay in this lifetime. And the truth was, I didn't need him to anymore.

For fifteen years, Maria Winston believed the Alpha family who adopted her was her true family. Then their biological daughter, Sera, returned–and everything changed. When Sera became involved in a serious crime, Maria was persuaded by her beloved adoptive brother, Callum, to take the blame. Believing it was her way of repaying the family who had raised her, Maria sacrificed her freedom. Instead of the light punishment she was promised, she was sentenced to two brutal years in a labor prison. No visits. No letters. No one came for her. When Maria finally returns, she discovers her family has already replaced her. Even her wolf has gone silent. Determined to leave them behin

I say goodbye and try to escape that uncomfortable situation. “So what’s the issue with the Audi?” I insist. “The price,” Miranda finally explains, showing the documents she’s been carrying for no reason, documents she could have shown from my office instead of bringing me all the way here. “Alright… this one, for that model,” I point out, indicating among hundreds of numbers arranged in a strangely precise way. “The $286,000 will be paid in cash. He’s very lucky,” Miranda whispers into my ear, pointing at her so-called cousin.

No shouting matches in corporate boardrooms. This is chess, not checkers. And I’m the queen they buried too soon. So, I did what any broke woman with a grudge and a second chance would do. I grabbed my old shoebox from the closet—the one I used to call my “panic fund.” Inside: 39 pennies 9 nickels 17 dimes 10 quarters 4 crumpled dollar bills And a random Canadian coin that somehow always stayed I dumped it all into my old leather purse. The handle was still loose. The zipper still jammed halfway. But she was loyal. Just like me.

Penny called sweetly, “more tissue.” I handed her another one. I always had them ready. “It’s not her fault she looks like this,” Penny said, smiling at the maids. She turned to me with that fake sugar-glazed expression. “Pimples. Braces. Glasses.” She sighed like she was listing a tragedy. “All the signs of an ugly girl,” she finished. She blew her nose loudly. The sound was thick and wet, and the tissue drooped from the weight of it. For someone who looked like a magazine cover, she always had stuff leaking out of her.

Péngyǒu may not have been prepared for this when she was fourteen years old, but she is more mature now and can handle an unexpected question. — They both said that I have to start taking care of myself, and that this can be a good start. Besides, I've read the magazine you have there. She points out. "Coinages?" — Ahem, ahem. Xuan NanZhi lowers the magnifying glass and returns his full attention Seeing that the man was watching her attentively, in which she noticed that he seemed well admired, she thought of life as she thought it would be easier. Even for her —Well, Miss Helena. Péngyǒu Mùzhīběn, a Morgan silver dollar of that time and in good condition can be sold for between seven hundre

Alex sped off to catch up with Damian and he eventually found him, sitting by the road. He could see how worried he was, maybe scared “A penny for your thoughts?” Alex said, tossing a penny in the air “I don’t think you’re supposed to give me a penny for my thoughts. It is just a figure of speech” Damian said to him “Whatever. Just tell me what’s in your head and take the penny. You don’t know how and when you would need it” Alex said, handing it over to him

Turning on her heels she limped her way towards Valen when his lips tugged up in a smirk and all Penny did was look at him straight in the eyes, not once retracting her gaze. “Little whore can do anything for money”, Valen says, watching her intently. “Tell me little whore, what do you do with all the money?” “I buy food, pay rent and buy clothes”, Penny says in an indifferent voice. Valen shakes his head in amusement. With the amount of money he gives her in a month, she could pay the rent of some high end apartment for the next three years. “Little whore I can never get satisfied by you. I wish you had a wolf, my wolf would ha