Penny X Sheepy Novels & Stories

The waitress's face went pale in an instant. "Miss, I don't understand what you're talking about. There must be some misunderstanding." "There's no misunderstanding, Der Penner," I repeated in Virellian. It basically meant "pauper." "I didn't expect a server at a high-end restaurant to have such a nasty attitude. Is this how you treat your customers? Apologize right now, or this isn't over." It was the birthday of my boyfriend, Draco Leroyce, and I didn't want to make a scene. I would have let it go with a sincere apology, but I hadn't expected the waitress to be this shameless.

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

I said to my wolf, Fera, cutting short the conversation as while I didn’t mind putting Penny in her place, I wasn’t in the mood for her dramatic sulking afterward. “What are you thinking?” She asked, once again, pulling me out of my personal notions. I swear it was like the girl was too anxious to stay quiet for even a minute. It took me a moment to reply-in truth because I didn’t want to. This only resulted in Penny trying to assume what was on my mind anyway. Something that Penelope Minken was famous for doing in the first place.

Baird paused, and I hadn't realized I was staring at him wide-eyed with my mouth open, I quickly closed it and composed myself when I saw him smiling at me. “Turns out,” Baird continued, “it was a sheep. I kid you not, this massive, wooly beast comes charging out of the bushes, bleating like it’s on a mission. My men and I were so caught off guard that we just stood there for a second, staring at this thing.” I couldn’t help but blurt out a laugh, but I covered my mouth with my hands, I didn't want to offend Alpha Grayson. Baird leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he concluded the tale. “We took it back to a farm nearby and named it Rogue Sheep.”

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?”

SHARON’S POV The nursery smelled like warm milk and cedar. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, turning the rug into a golden pool where Daemon and Daenerys lay on their stomachs, their chubby arms reaching for the same wooden wolf Morris had carved last winter. They babbled at each other in that secret twin language only they understood, their tiny fingers brushing, then tangling, then pulling apart with delighted squeals.

She smiles at me cheerfully. “Oh don’t mind me. I was just thinking I wanted to know the name of the Shifter who keeps turning up and then sleeping through all my shows. Although I suppose you can’t exactly tell me when you’re a giant cat.” She says thoughtfully. James, who has been watching us from the door, apparently entertained by the interaction, takes a chance to interrupt. “Penny, his cover is paid by someone named Aaron if that helps. I’m fairly sure that’s his name.” He adds helpfully. Penny leans forward from her spot on the arm of the couch so that she can see my face better.

Giving this place one last look, she walked away from there slowly, suppressing her excitement. Penny had somehow packed her stuff in a small bed sheet and carried it here. All she wanted was to buy a satchel and put her stuff in it securely before leaving because she didn’t know if at that point of time any shop would be open in her village. She paid two silver coins to the shopkeeper and walked to the corner of the shop, which led into the lonely alley. There she sat on the steps of the shop and packed her belongings. As the time passed, her nervousness increased. What would she say to her relatives when she met them? They had sung her the Happy Birthday song just before selling her. Penny

The woman almost poked Penny’s face with her finger. “This woman wasn't careful. I spoke a few words to her, and she ridiculed me for being poor.” Tommy immediately recognized Penny as Sherry had bad-mouthed her numerous times. Moreover, he had also heard that Penny was a designer, basically someone who worked for others as well. “Tom, make her apologize to me and then let’s leave quickly. Didn’t you say you don’t have much time during lunch?” The woman seemed impatient, especially after seeing all the food Tommy bought. Knowing it was for Winona, she was instantly unhappy.

After Xander leaves to go talk to Tate, Reagan, Meadow and I get the spells together and begin walking out of the packhouse. “Hi Penny,” Reagan says. I look over and see one of their pack mates. “Hi Reagan, hi Maeve.” “Penny this is Meadow. She’s Maeve’s sister.” “Oh, hello. What are you all up to today?” Penny asks. “We’re going to put protection spells up around the pack lands. Do you want to join us?” Meadow asks.