روايات وقصص ضمن You're Mine Penny Brooks

No one gets to ogle at what is mine. “Give me some more,” I heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Penny standing before a cook with her plate held out. “There is no more,” the cook replied rudely. Penny rose on her tip-toes to have a peek at the BBQ. Her eyes turned round when she saw pieces of meat sizzling. “You are lying?” she called him out with a very displeased scowl. “Scram, little girl. I don’t have more for you,” the cook hissed at her. I walked over to them.

Penny groaned out loud in a blend of grief and rage at their betrayal. "Oh, yeah, baby. Take my big cock," Bobby cried just before he pulled out and came over her arse. "Oh, fuck I needed that. I ain't getting any from that frigid bitch Penny. Although she did say she'd give me a handjob tonight, wherever the fuck she is. Best go find her," he said dismissively. "Oh, Bobby, no," Penny moaned out loud, before catching herself, hoping he hadn't heard anything. But Bobby and his friends just left with their weed, whooping and laughing, leaving Penny lying on the ground, a paper bag on her head, her life in tatters.

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?

The smile was like a blooming spring flower, breathtakingly beautiful. "You fool." She reached out and gently flicked his forehead. "Who said I was a demon?" "Then you're...?" "I'm your guardian angel." Elena pointed to the sign above the abbey's main gate. "See? What's the name of this abbey?" Cassian followed her finger. "Morninglight Abbey... wait, no. When did it become 'Saint Elena's Abbey'?" "Because I am Elena," the girl winked. "Your guardian angel, Elena."

I would hear them murmuring each time I visited his company. "He deserves better. Good thing he's dumping her for Kylie." "Yeah, she is SO much better than this slob!" Little did they know, I was the secret heiress of the second-wealthiest family in our nation. My best friend Brooks Piercen is the richest man in the nation. Brooks was the owner of a massive chain of restaurants, culinary schools, and the best dairy farms slash petting zoos you could ever visit. Yes, Brooks was a downright southern cowboy, down to the core, but he was also a great chef, and a fierce business tycoon.

“Briella, I finally get to meet you! That night, I didn’t see you clearly...” Briella released Penny and stepped in front of Harvey, a mocking smile on her lips. “So, Mr. Ledger, now that you’ve seen me clearly, let me make it clear: I’m Briella McKenna. Not Penny Sawyer.” Penny collapsed weakly against the wall, sliding to the floor in defeat. Connor was just as confused. “But I meant you, Briella! I know I was wrong. Can’t you just—” Harvey reached out, trying to grab Briella’s wrist.

"And that’s exactly what makes me curious about you. A nineteen years old who wants to take the world on his own." "Ms Grant." "Penny." She corrects. "Call me Penny. I prefer that." "We’re here for business." I’m almost seething at this point. Every single one we’ve gone to has wanted something from me. And my anger is bubbling to find out the last is just the same. And while the other demands have been outrageous, they’ve never been personal, so she’d be a first. But that doesn’t mean I’m pleased.

10, 1981 Heavenly Cemetery A woman dressed in black stood at the grave, glancing at the tombstone. Esper Brinson's name was etched in memory of her. Most women believe that love is life, but Angela believes that love is a killer. A small 45-caliber pistol with an 8-round magazine was in her bag. She was carrying a photograph of a handsome man who was smiling at her. Leonardo Vera, you're going to die soon. She walked away, leaving the photo on top of the niche. Thoughts were running around in her head. We only have one life, and today, on my last day of freedom, I will kill a man. A man who believed that money could save him from death.

Kris was in front of me. “Penny, I’m so glad to see you back. Were you sick or something what happened?” Kris had asked me. Bobby scooted his seat closer to my chair, “Right. Right, mates I forgot. Don’t worry Penny is just a friend. She’s cool and I missed her, I just feel the need to help her.” Kris told Bobby. “I’m just going to make sure Penny stays safe. I don’t know who to trust.” Bobby said. Kris just raised his eyebrow in question.