Novel & Cerita Penny X Sheepy

“Do you need me to locate some?” According to the idle gossip from the Shady Merchant, only one person owned black sheep in the area. From the long conversation with the three pigs, Zen knew the owner of the black sheep was definitely somewhere in the same town. Doubting that the villagers in the small marketplace would be friendly or helpful, Zen decided to strike up a conversation with Mary instead. “Do you happen to know a shepherd who has any black sheep?” he asked, getting straight to the point. Damian was too busy trying to steal some wool from the sleeping lambs behind Mary’s back, while Oritha and Sasha preferred to maintain their weapons.

River shouts from across the field, where one of the sheep has decided that the vegetable patch is its new home. “I’m coming!” I yell back. The second sheep makes a sharp turn, nearly colliding with me before darting away again, absolutely determined to make this as difficult as possible. “Why are they so fast?” Rain groans somewhere behind me, still half-covered in mud. “Because you’re slow,” Sienna calls back, not even looking up from her recording. One of the sheep—a particularly aggressive-looking one with horns, I’d name that one Lucifer—decides to test the fence integrity by ramming it repeatedly with its head.

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But Penny secretly looked forward to having a woman in charge. "Men are animals?" Harper frowned. "I'm sorry, but I think you're being too harsh. You can't judge them all to be the same. Some men are good, just like some women are good." "Nonsense." Penny dismissed Harper's concern with a wave of her delicate hand. She wore a lot of rings. "Men will always be pigs in my eyes. Ugh, absolute animals." Harper didn't make another comment. No matter what logic she brought to the table, Harper knew she couldn't change Penny's mind. So she decided to be quiet and let the dressmaker do her job.

A Senator? Penny was beautiful, had always been beautiful. The girls envied her, the boys wanted her. If she had been more attentive she would have noticed this but she only ever cared about making her father proud and hearing him say; “My Midnight Fox. You have made me proud again, bunny. You will be a greater con artist than your father.”

Strange, I had seen that look very rarely, most when we were in the presence of others around the castle; but never towards me, nor as brutally as it had shown moments earlier. I moved with the grace of my sisters as I twirled my mass of coppery hair into a tight plait, the length cascading over my shoulder as it sat just bellow my breast; keeping it in place with a simple black hair tie wrapped around the end of the twisted style. I smiled truthfully at my reflection in the vanity mirror, my baby blue eyes locked onto the plat in awe, each twist of my hair reminding me of my mother. Of how she often wore her hair in the style I did now, no one else in the kingdom daring such a simple look.

I rechecked whether I am wearing my moonstone pendant and made my way out. I work more like a partner in 'New-tech park' owned by my mom's friend. The shop sells products and services related to the computer. There are only a few employees there. I knew to assemble and dismantle any type of computer and my interest turned to software. I have created and maintain a few websites of our kind. I have been creating a pack-wise database app for top-level ranks to access the details of every wolf of the pack. Secretly, I am creating this app to ensure any clues about the monster so that I could kill him as I planned.

“I know so.” Penny swallowed and nodded like she was committing that to memory. She straightened and lifted her chin, filled with resolve. “Right, of course he would. You saw that Christmas onesie I bought baby Michael. We’ll enjoy ourselves.” “He’s adorable in it, and hell yeah, we will. Buy that one, sexy mama.” Penny laughed, banishing her sadness. “Okay. Can we go to the café we saw earlier? I’m dying for a scone.” She went to change, and I gasped, “Are you saying Pepper’s aren’t good enough?”

Ohh she was the friend who snitched on me. “ Sorry for the late introduction ” She smiled as she ruffled my hair “ It's fine Mrs Anderson ” I smiled “ Oh please, call me Penny. ” “ Heyy that's not fair , why do I not get to call u Penny. ” Noah grumbled. “ Shut it you man whore ” Penny retorted. Man whore huh... “ Rude!! ” “ We have a lot of catching up to do , how about I treat you out after school.” Penny suggested Catching up??

"Bruh, damn, what the fuck? A goat?" Lyon shook his head and sneered at me with scorn. "You couldn't keep your balls for at least a month?" "Shut up, and it's a sheep, for your information." "Same thing. What the hell are you doing with it now?" I should probably feel embarrassed about the situation, but I'm too tired to give a good damn. Silla and her damn sheep had taken what little energy I had left with their sheer existence. I'm not sure which out of the two of them is the bigger headache.