Rin Penrose Novels & Stories

He’s talking about that creepy man I bumped into during my last visit to the pawn shop. Shivers run down my spine as instant recognition hits me. That’s where I’d seen the drawing on the paper! No wonder I recognized it. Ronan walked into a shop, and whoever held the door open for him had a tattoo of a scepter with flame underneath it. That’s strange. What’s the correlation? “Don’t know who I’m talking about?” Marciano’s voice rings in my ears, his eyes piercing through mine. I realize how crazy I must seem. He asked me a question and I’ve been standing still without saying a word.

Two weeks seemed long enough. Each day's set of moments contained an electric storm that brought Rose to the edge of her seat. She went through a wide range of emotions. Some were influenced by Theo's departure, others by a minor procedure that Rose had to undergo with Travis and Penelope, Travis' colleague. However, a different specialist or one Rose didn't know about... Penelope is a gynecologist. A doctor who specializes in the science of bodily functions and diseases specific to women.

PENELOPE "Ms. Penelope, are you going somewhere?" Manong Rod asked, glancing on the rear mirror. He's our family driver who have been serving us ever since Mom was alive. He's already in his 50s but he acts like he's still in his 20s. "No, Manong." I answered. "Let's just go home." He smiled at me in the rear mirror and I can't help but smile back. He started the car.

Chrystal stayed glued to Oliver, listening to the vast list of last names in the Dunroch sector until finally, they heard the last word, "Gunn" "Now, press 1." Oliver pressed the button with the number 1; seconds later, the robotic voice told them the number was disabled, but the address was still valid; both young people chose to know the address of Collette Gunn, making a mental note in Chrystal's head so she wouldn't forget any details. Unlike Dinashia, the redhead didn't know Neshala very well, she had only been to the beach a couple of times with her family, but it was nothing that a few questions to pedestrians couldn't solve.

Clearly he hasn't changed one bit. Mason braced a hand on his hip."I can explain, this isn't what it looks like." I turned my back to him and walked into the bedroom. Penelope was still resting peacefully in her new stroller that Mason had bought a day earlier. When I walked back out of the room with baby in arms, the blonde woman had gone. Mason was walking back from the door of the hotel suite."That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time."