Penpal Novels & Stories

Lara scorned “Let’s buy her some jewelry.” “The idea is to motivate not distract.” Dana spoke with a lopsided grin as she pulled Lara and Sarah into the shop. “Wow…. Feels like I have travelled back in time.” Sarah giggled. She hadn’t been in a stationary shop since primary school. Everything was electronic these days and no one purchased pens and pencils anymore. Hardley also was not your average stationary. They had world class, one-of-a-kind items. Like a gold plated pen from Dollex or a quill inspired pen made from the lightest metal alloy and so on….

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?”

Adelynn stared at her retreating figure, a small smile tugging at her lips as nostalgia swept through her. ... Flashback... Spring had just arrived and the air smelt of sweetness and freshness. Adelynn sat on a bench in a park. She let out a sigh, a small smile curving her lips. Today, she was going to finally meet her pen pal, Leo. She could barely hold in her excitement and soon, her smile had widened to a full grin. Her golden brown hair was in a french braid and she was wearing a yellow sweatshirt, a pair of fitted white trousers and a pair of white sneakers. She peered at her wristwatch for the second time since she'd arrived at the park, hoping that Jensen wouldn't choose to call for h

There was no way that man was calling me baby on NearU. Except the post said three hundred feet away. I opened our chat history and searched for clues. The most revealing thing he had ever sent was one cropped photo of his abs, which was useless unless I planned to ask every man in the building to lift his shirt. Then I found something useful. Last month, he had sent photos from a stationery store. Help me choose a pen, sweetheart. I need something that makes me look less like a sleep-deprived academic disaster. I had picked a matte black fountain pen with a silver clip.

Jermaine stopped tapping his fingers on the table. He glanced at a pen resting on top of the document he had just checked. There is a small carving shaped like a black wolf at the tip. It was a pen given by Sashal, which was intended as one of their couple's items, which means Sashal also has it with the same design. And she said there were only two pens like this in the world as she designed it herself.

The man did not say anything, so she pursed her lips and said softly, “Okay. Thank you, Aunty.” “We’re a family. There’s no need to be so formal!” Velma was overjoyed that Lyra was staying the night. Julien took a shower but did not rush to go to sleep as he had to handle some paperwork. He pulled the drawer to get ink but opened the wrong drawer instead. At the bottom of the drawer, he saw a neat stack of yellowed envelopes. The man’s eyes subconsciously softened at the sight of those letters. He met this pen pal named ‘Maple Leaf’ unexpectedly, and they slowly got to know each other. After many exchanges, they found out that they got along very well.

Maybe a gift would be just the thing. Her brows drew together thoughtfully. What did one buy a complete stranger, especially when the only information available was that he was male and apparently worked somewhere within Saint Liman? She certainly couldn't buy clothing. She didn't know his size. A watch seemed far too intimate, cologne was impossible and books depended on taste. She mentally discarded idea after idea before settling on something simple: a fountain pen. Everyone wrote. Whether he was twenty-five or sixty-five, surely a quality pen would always be useful. The thought pleased her. It was professional and universally appropriate.