Rwby Penny Novels & Stories

Tracy hissed. Penny, your attitude and the way you dress isn't even worth a penny. You're not even worth a fucking penny. "I'm just being friendly." She fakes a smile at me before turning back to the rode. Friendly my ass. "The dude's Romeo and that one beside you is Megan. And that's Penny." Tracy says. "Hi." I answered sheepishly. "Your voice sounds so virgin-y." Penny commented right away. Ugh, what's the deal with this woman?

“How about this? I was just about to visit Mr. Jackson. Take me to your place instead.” Penny froze. She unlocked the door of the passenger’s seat after a moment before quietly driving the car. She wanted to say something while on the road, but she never managed to. Harvey could not figure out why a tomboy like Penny would put on such an expression. Harvey scrolled through his phone while showing a faint smile. “It’s not our first time meeting, Ms. Penny. “Your father, Eliel Braff, and Quill Gibson are my brothers now. “If you don’t want to tell them anything, you can always come to me instead. Maybe I can help.

An hour later… Crow went to his room. Penny had said she wanted to get cleaned up. One of the brothers had finally brought a bag from her car, so she could change. He looked up just as she was coming out of the bathroom. She wore a pink robe. “Nice color,” he said. Stopping, she stared at him. “What?” He nodded at her. “The robe.” She flushed a little. “M-my grandma gave it to me.” She let out a sigh then walked over. “So, you got Brian’s confession on tape?”

Penny smiles and pats the chair in front of her. Not wanting to be rude, I grab my backpack and move the few seats over, sitting and smiling back to her. Penny glances to Devon and makes a face as if saying 'ha, I win!' Devon rolls his eyes and chats with his friend, leaving me to the girls who are not promised to be any better than him. "So, Wrenley, interesting name. I've never heard it before," Penny's friend says. "I'm Caitlyn—boring name, right? I bet everyone remembers your name."

Those eyes lifted at my knock, regarding me with suspicion. “Can I help you?” I stepped in, holding out a large bouquet. “Hello, Penny. I’m Richard VanRyan, a friend of Katharine’s.” “Are you now?” She reached for the flowers. From the corner, a colorful parrot flapped his wings, squawking loudly. “My name is Penelope. I haven’t given you permission to use Penny yet.” “My apologies, Penelope.” I winced a little at the noise from the bird, and held out my other purchase. “I brought Joey a treat.”