روايات وقصص ضمن You're Mine Penny Brooks

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

It was cold, disoriented, and emotional. “Where did you get this?” I looked up at Anderson, who still wore a small smile. “Now there’s only one child... take a guess.” I almost choked as the words aligned in my head. “Marcus Webb... no, that can’t be,” I stammered. “Yes,” Anderson purred, like a blood-sucking villain.

Brodie seemed to be inspecting me as he spoke. “I found our mystery healer. It’s Penny.” I looked at the little parcel laid in Jackson’s arms with pride, realising that she was more like me than I had realised. Jackson started spinning her around in his arms. “That’s my girl.” I wanted to say something, but something told me he had done it on purpose to wind Brodie up. Brodie only responded with the slightest twinge in his jaw before returning to his calm self. He must have decided not to rise to Jackson’s prodding, and I decided to do the same.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

My back arched and my ass cheeks flexed violently as I pumped four thick syrupy wads of semen deep into the little redhead’s fertile womb. “My name is Penny,” she panted as I fell forward gasping for air. “You can ask for me any time you visit here,” she moaned hoarsely. After a brief conversation of chit-chat, Penny climbed on top and fucked me again before she got dressed to go home.

“Sit your friend down before she falls down, she’s gone the colour of a fish. And tell me your names, since it seems we’re going to be in each other’s company a little longer than I’d planned my afternoon for.” “Ember,” I say. “And this is Queenie.” “I have been so patient,” Queenie announces, with the wounded dignity of a woman who has held her tongue through a near-eviction. “I have so many things I could have said, and I said none of them, and I would like that recognized.” “It’s been coming off you in waves,” the woman says. “It’s given me a headache since you walked in.” She sets a hand flat on her chest. “I’m Penny. He’s Penny.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that I know your panties are soaked” I gasped at his words, in shock and embarrassment because it wasn’t far from the truth. “Or the fact that you are mine”

“A ninety percent chance that I would get myself free if I happen to find myself in an unfriendly situation. The ten percent less chance is if silver and bane are involved.” He does not give me a response so I simply help myself to seat on the mini stairway. But I’m of the highest doubt that he would join me in sitting so I simply stare ahead. And how was the breeze around here? Magnificent, just like I called it the first time I was here, although at the crack of dawn. Different timing, sane old cool air. “I’m here to talk about us once and for all. And you sure as hell are going to listen to me,” I announce, not wasting time because I do want to get any issue about us done and over with.

It is just as Brooks said it. His convoy has indeed earned him some respect from Hugo and a voice. It is obvious because, under normal circumstances, Hugo should've at least questioned Brooks on how he came in as he barged in on them, but he didn't do that and went ahead to ask him who he is. He even did so politely, which is quite unlike him. "My bad," Brooks smiles apologetically and says proudly, "I'm Brooks Miller, the Scion of the Millers from Forest Hills."

“Neither did I,” Chris says. I cringe. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Penny says, “I didn’t know it was your room.” “It’s okay Penny,” he chuckles as he steps closer to her. “Woah little bro, she’s mine,” I say, he gives me a dirty smirk and I roll my eyes, “Penny let’s get out of here.” She hesitantly walks to me. “Wait, why did you come in here?”