Sonamy Pen Pals Novels & Stories

“I told him about our trip to see Grandpa and Grandma. He was so amazed! He said he’s never been on a plane before.” Penelope smiled as she brushed Anya’s hair. “That’s nice of you to share that with him. Do you like talking to Liam?” Anya nodded quickly. “Yes! He’s really nice and funny. And guess what? He promised to be my best friend forever!” Penelope raised an eyebrow playfully. “Forever? That’s a big promise.” Anya puffed up her cheeks. “I know! But I believe him.” Penelope chuckled. “Then that makes it special.”

“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?”

she answered like someone who truly didn’t care. “People here in Manhattan are just like that,” Sammy said. “By the way, I’m Sammy, Atlas’s girlfriend.” She held out her hand, and the girl took it. “Taylor,” she replied. “I’m Penelope, but they call me Penny here.” “And I’m Juliet.” “My goodness, Juju…” Jen said, and the five of us laughed. “Come on, girls, the TV room awaits us with a good French wine,” I announced, and we walked together.

She wiggled free from my grasp and immediately sprang forward with her hand outstretched to the woman she had only just met, "Orian's wife, soulmate and uhm-he said I was a miracle just now. We met in an alley one night while I was lost and he was doing something immoral. That's not important tho, though he kinda kidnapped me and brought me here I love it here but I miss my family. Do you have a family? Orian makes me food, knits for me and combs my hair. Sometimes, it gets really windy here in your world, other times sunny and even cloudy. Sometimes, he massages my feet and makes me read to him. We are very happy together even if he's a grump and-" "Nice to meet you, my dear. I am Penelope.

He gasped in surprise, “How do you know my name?” “I know everything.” She smiled. “Well, my name is Aiden, missy.” The other boy said in a very composed manner. He stretched out his hand for her to shake. “Hello there, Mr. Aiden. My name is Penelope.” She shook his hands. “You guys can call me Penny.” “Would you like to see our toys now?” Liam asked. "Yes, of course." She smiled and said to them and then went inside their room.

His heart ached for the sweet girl and her son. He was about to send her a message when suddenly his phone beeped. Amanda: “Hey, reached home yet?” Amanda: “How’s Penny?” Mark: “Yes and she’s ok” Amanda: “I see, well it’s late. You must be tired now 😊” Mark: “I’m sorry, just had an unpleasant convo with mother” Amanda: “U ok? I have 3 ears now. I can lend you one :P”

“Dear Pen Pal, Hello. My name is Wesley. I am twelve years old, and I am in sixth grade at Crescent Lake Elementary in Northern California. I’ll be honest, I am only writing this letter because my teacher said we have to. She said if we don’t, we’ll get an F, and I am not about to fail an assignment and ruin my track record of perfect grades. Plus, my dad would probably ground me or something. Anyway, I don’t really want a pen pal. I have friends here at school already, so why would I need to become friends with somebody who doesn’t even live here, someone I’ll never actually meet?…”

With a nervous tone, he asked, “Bro, what’s your pen name?” “Why are you asking this?” Julien frowned. Jayden stomped his feet. “Bro, just answer me! I need to know!” Julien could hear how anxious he was and said slowly, “Mine is Buddy, and Sydney’s was Maple Leaf.” “Oh my God!” Jayden lifted his head and sucked in a deep breath. “You’re really Buddy!” “What do you mean?” Julien narrowed his eyes. “Do you know something?”

Dear Pen pal, Hello. My name is Wesley. I am 12 years old, and I am in 6th grade at Crescent Lake Elementary in Northern California. I’ll be honest, I am only writing this letter because my teacher said we have to. She said if we don’t, we’ll get an F, and I am not about to fail an assignment and ruin my track record of perfect grades. Plus, my dad would probably ground me or something. Anyway, I don’t really want a pen pal. I have friends here at school already, so why would I need to make friends with somebody who doesn’t even live here, someone who I’ll never actually meet?

The profile name is Author Sonia. * * * * *