Rin Penrose Face Novels & Stories

He narrowed his eyes slightly as his free hand reached out to tilt her chin up toward him. Putting everything else aside, Penelope's face was undeniably easy on the eyes. Unlike Jacklyn's aloof chicness, Penelope's looks radiated a more devilish sex appeal. The slight resemblance she bore to Jacklyn only made her even more irresistible to him.

Oh crap, I’m a painted whore. I won’t say the girl I’m looking at in the mirror didn’t look anything like me because that’s bullshit since my button nose was as evident as the freaking sun but I’m glad nothing changed about it, it’s like a root that reminds me of who I am when my face is caked up. Penelope managed to work on my cheekbones and they look more prominent now, thanks to the blush on. She added an extra inch on my eyebrows with her pencil, shaping it up a bit and making it thicker.

"Would you like to hold her?" "Um, Okay."He replied. He was hesitant, he's nervous about this. I picked Penelope up from her playpen and held her a moment before passing her to him. I made sure to do it in such a way that it was ever so slow, since he's never actually held a child before. "Hi, Penelope."He was looking at her and holding her little hand."She looks like you, I'm sure you hear that a lot." "Actually I hear it more that she looks like you. I think it's the eyes."It was definitely the eyes. It was ever more clear to me having them both in the same room.

But the way Penelope had sounded so convincing was sparking interest inside of him like an electric charge. "Fine," he agreed after some time, and a huge relief flooded through Penelope. "Could you turn around and face me, or is my face too unsightly for you?" She taunted, cocking her head aside and Quinlan immediately snapped his head to face her, before letting his gaze observe her for some seconds. She wasn't ugly, not a classic beauty or maybe she was pretty to other men. Her features weren't as delicate as Cecile's. But one wouldn't call her ugly. Not at all.

“Lorenzo... Rom—” Before I can finish, a small voice pipes up from behind me. “That’s me.” I turn and find a boy standing by the hallway, holding a sketchpad. His dark brown eyes study me curiously, his hair tousled like he’s just woken up from a nap. He’s probably around six or seven. I smile gently. “Hi, Bryan. I’m Penelope.” He shuffles closer, still clutching his sketchpad. “Are you the girl who makes pretty necklaces?”

I don't know how I am able to increase my smile, but I can, feeling my eyes shrunk by the genuineness of the reaction. A humming noise "of those we do when we see cute babies or puppies" calls my attention back to my friends, and I catch the whole expression melted on Penelope's face. She rests her chin on the palm of her hand, tipping her head slightly to one side, nibbling her lower lip. "I created it! "Speaks in a tone of pride. I move away first, causing an air of doubt in Colton's eyes. Hunter clears his throat, and for the first time, he doesn't seem to have the courage to say what he really thinks.

“Maybe I’m a bartender. Maybe I’m a smuggler. Maybe I sing jazz at underground bars and break kneecaps by day.” I burst out laughing, unsure whether I should be amused or worried. “You’re joking.” “Am I?” He grinned. God. This man was pure chaos. My eyes drifted to his face as he took another bite. There, on the bridge of his nose, just beneath his left eye, was a faint, crescent-shaped mark. I tilted my head slightly. “What’s that?” He touched his nose. “Oh. That’s a souvenir from childhood. Got kicked by a horse.”

"Thank you" Azrael paused for a moment as he wasn't expecting any reply from Dorian but giving a small nod,he walked out. . . The next day, Penelope woke up in the embrace of someone who made her feel a certain comfort,he was still fast asleep,his mouth slightly apart while his hand rested loosely on her waist,his head unlike last night was resting on her pillow instead of his own,even though she had seen him numerous times,she couldn't get over the fact of how beautifully sculpted this man's face was, curiosity got the best of her and she waved her hand in front of his face to make sure he was yet to awake, convinced he was asleep since there was no response,her fingers turned a bit adventu

Donovan I don’t know who this woman is in front of me. But I know she is the Luna of the Renegade Pack. The thing that throws me off about her is how similar she looks to Penelope. The main difference between the two of them is that the Luna has blonde hair and Penelope has black. But their eyes are the same shape and color, their lips are the same shape, even the shape of their faces are similar! One of their face is just slightly rounder than the others.