Penny X Sherman Novels & Stories

Penny never understood why all the girls around her talked about her, but never talked to her and so she just ignored them to shuffle out of the room. The crowd cheered as Penny stepped out of the beaded curtain in her barely covered body. Taking her place near the pole, she twirled along the metal grinding and twisting herself into impossible angles. Her curves bounced as she jumped up the metal, and the crowd went bizarre at her tricks. Bending over she pressed her butt to the pole, grinding herself on the pole and hands flew in her direction hurling money in the air. Inside the room if the lights made her eyes pop, out in the club all the lights popped her curves to the crowd. Growls rumb

Annoyed with herself for not being able to block his presence, she pressed her shaking hands into her lap. ‘If you keep scowling like that, no one will dare come over for a reading.’ Penny, Rachel’s younger sister by five years, plopped down in the overstuffed chair with the grace of a tired puppy. Wearing a loosely woven dress of cobalt-blue cotton trimmed with colorful beads, Penny had completed her outfit by adding half a dozen earrings in each ear and enough bracelets and rings to start her own jewelry store.

I mumbled, trying to hide the disbelief in my tone while she set up that junk on my work desk. Penny gave me a pointed look, crouching down to plug the charger of her laptop in the socket. Rising to her feet without taking her eyes off of me, hands moving to turn the power on. “I don’t like your tone, missy.” She feigned hurt. “This baby will never leave or hurt me like those dicks named Luciano.” It’s something I admired from her and hated at the same time. Penny never once showed her anger, at least not to me, but she gets even. And damn, did she hit a nerve with that.

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.”

In her mind, most of the scenic areas around Riverford had been developed into villa communities and tourist spots, making this serene place a rare find. Soon, the wooden door of the courtyard was opened from the inside by a plainly dressed woman in her 40s. "Penny!" Pierre greeted her with a smile. When Penny Jenkins saw Pierre, she responded warmly, "Mr. Garland, you're back! This must be Ms. Sherman who Madam Winona mentioned, right? Oh my, you can tell she's from the city. She's so stylish and elegant!" "Hello, Penny." Calla blushed slightly when she met Penny's gaze.

Penny could only glare at Charlie warily, demanding, "What exactly do you want?! Wait, I get it—you plan to free the dead soldiers and armed cavalry guards here! If you can stifle my cultivation this easily, you'd definitely be able to clear the poison from their bodies, too. "Oh, and I bet they will be so grateful that they'd dedicate their lives to your service to you and work hard for you. But let me give it to you straight—I am Penny Singer, and I will never yield! Keep me around, and you'd be keeping a ticking time bomb with you! You need to be determined if you want to win, so you'd best kill me now and spare yourself a lot of trouble in the future!" Charlie raised an eyebrow and purse

How could they have not? I heard a soft knock on my door and then Penny stepped in with a few files in her hand. She came to take a seat opposite me. Penny was a skinny and tall 22 year old. She had black hair that was always up in a neat bun. Her fingernails were long and coloured bright pink. She was unusually pretty: she had the look and walk of a model. I still wondered why she’d chosen to become a secretary instead. Any model agency would sign her up at first glance. “This is your workload that I had to do yesterday.” She told me, putting the files on my desk. “I just need your signatures on them.”

The next afternoon, Meadow and I are in the shop with Jesse, who is now a permanent fixture in my life. I hear the bell on the door ring and Reagan walks in holding up a credit card. “Look what I got from Xander! Time to shop for our trip, Meadow!” she sings as she walks in the door. A moment later, Penny walks in behind her, frowning. I hear Jesse snarl and faster than I can see, he’s got Penny pinned against the wall.

I groaned and sat up, the dyed blue endings of my hair flashing in my eyes. Light blue? Fuck, I must have been heavily drunk when I went to get this at the saloon. I wondered what the senior lecturers at the Academy would say when they saw me strutting in with this. They would probably sneer and murmur as always. My piercings gave them nightmares and I was proud of that fact. It gave me a rush. Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion.

She was so infuriated that she bit down on her bottom lips till it began to bleed. Just after a few walks, Penny finally stopped in front of the chief director's door. Placing a soft knock on it Penny voiced out “Chief director, it's Penny” After hearing a faint come in from within, Penny pushed the door open. When she got inside she saw the chief director making coffee and she took the front seat. Turning around to see Penny sitting down, the chief director almost spilled the coffee on himself. Utterly stunned by how beautiful and different she looked he couldn't stop himself from staring so hard.