48 Novel Terkait dengan Penny Brooks

“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.

"Mr. Watson doesn't have time to see you. You should be grateful you're even getting 50 cents." I turned toward Emily Wright, the senior accountant in finance, my voice coming out tight and rushed. "Ms. Wright, please, tell me, what exactly was my commission for last month?" Emily's shoulders hunched as she shrank back, her eyes darting away from mine. She stammered, "I-I really don't know. Ms. Watson handles all the commissions. Yours might actually just be 50 cents." Sasha lifted her chin, that smug smile right back in place. "Hear that? I'm the one in charge of the books now, and 50 cents is all you're worth."

Penny looked up at me and pouted. “Penny. Introduce yourself, okay? Just like you practiced in class remember?” Penny looked at her shoes and nodded. “Hello. My name is Penny Harris from the SilverFang pack.” She started rocked back and forth on her feet nervously. I smiled and knelt to her level. “It's nice to meet you Penny.” I reach out my hand and she shook mine shyly. “Are you Greg and Jess's daughter?”

As the daughter of a mistress, Penny had no right to touch it. I said nothing. I just stared at her coldly. Penny's eyes reddened. "Never mind. I know you've never liked me, Vee, and you're always looking down on me..." As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Leon with a pitiful expression. Leon frowned. He knew the significance of this brooch, but he still spoke up. "Veronica, Penny just wants to borrow it for a day." Marco also sneered. "Veronica, it's just a brooch. Do you really have to be so petty?"

She turns. Mr. Bryan gets up. He is taller than her in her heels. All I get is his side profile from my position, and he is unrecognisable. Long gone is his mask of geniality. Replaced by a cold calculating expression that surprises the outspoken Shirley to a shocking quietness. "I am of the idea that Penny doesn't want him in jail. And she is demanding or begging for this by putting herself through extremely self harming vices. Can you really say you have your daughter's best interest at heart if you won't even listen to her?" He asks.

Penny looked at Grandpa Saxon and replied, “I will talk to him, Grandpa. Big Brother plays a major role in my life. He may not be my biological brother, but he has showered me with love more than my biological parents have ever done.” Storm looked at Penny and said, “I told you several times that Ives doesn’t deserve you, but you didn’t listen. He is too ambitious, baby sister.” Penny smiled at her brother and replied, “I don’t know what to do, Big Brother. I love him with all my heart.” Aunt Judy patted Penny’s hand and said, “Sweetheart, please don’t allow this matter to come between the two of you. Are you sleeping over or are you going back tonight?” Penny smiled at Aunt Judy and replied, “I am leaving tomorrow morning, Auntie.”

Brynn’s POV Brynn’s team brings in a new publicist to manage the press fallout from the shooting. Her name is Lena Brooks, mid-thirties, sharp-eyed, with the kind of dry humor that survives a crisis instead of folding under it. She arrives in an Uber at the production office Monday morning with a leather portfolio and a tablet, wearing a blazer that probably costs more than my monthly rent and carrying an attitude that suggests she’s solved worse problems before breakfast.

Alpha and Bobby just nod agreeing. *Penny* Early Saturday morning Penny woke up and was awake for the first time in days. As she lay in bed, she notices Bobby was laying with her. She was wondering how she got in bed, she didn’t remember going. She was stiff so she stretched out trying not to wake him. She wiggled from under his protective arm and staggered to the bathroom. Her legs felt like jelly. When she looked in the mirror, she looked pale, and her hair was a matted mess. It stuck out in all directions. She looked thin and sickly. She just stood there looking at her appearance. She heard Bobby moving around in the bed and then loud steps as he ran to the bathroom.

A low rumble comes from Bryce and Peyton shakes her head, “No, no, it can’t be him.” “She isn’t allowed near him.” Bryce grumbles and I frown, he hasn’t shown me this side of him. The side that’s so… commanding. His ice blue eyes seem so intense, I swear that instead of getting darker, they get lighter, almost as if they’re white. Peyton huffs, “I guess we’re back to square one. I’m going to get some rest, I’ll see you for dinner.” Bryce nods his head and Franklin quietly dismisses himself. I glance around the room, just to make sure that we’re completely alone and I ask, “What’s wrong with Tony Brooks?”

“It’s me.” Everyone turned around and saw a tall, handsome man in a suit approaching them quickly. One of the girls who knew him gasped. “Oh, so it was Mr. Pine.” “Who’s Mr. Pine…?” asked another girl who did not know him quietly. “You just returned to the country, so you wouldn’t know. His family isn’t very wealthy, but they’re the Brooks’ dedicated lawyers. They’re no small-fry either. Marcus Pine is already a barrister at his age, so he’s an elite member of society!”

~ Penny had to be smart about moving through the city. She stuck to roofs, staying out of sight in the morning, picking up her hunt at night, sticking to the shadows. In her pursuit for Sven, Penny followed the tiny residues of shadow magic to the source. Though faint, the trace was the newest lead she had in finding Sven. She followed it to the heart of the city. To the heart of Pentorium. Whomever Penny found would have had contact with the man recently. She stayed in the shadows and waited.

“I'm sorry. My attitude was poor before. I was too anxious. Can you tell me where Penny is now?” The staff member was young, but unyielding. “I'm sorry. I truly don't know.” I had no fight left in me. As long as I could learn where Penny was, I'd do anything. My voice dropped from level to pleading. “Please. Just tell me where Penny is, and I'll give you ten million. No, fifty million, in exchange.” Her face changed at once, and she said sternly, “This is the Beastkin Authority. Are you attempting to bribe us?”

And now, here was Presley, up at 6:00 AM, packing a lunch box because Vivienne had mentioned her stomach was a little off. Watching him slide the lunch box into a tote bag, I couldn't help but laugh. He paused what he was doing and looked at me. "What's so funny?" I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. "The 32,000-dollar necklace. Was that part of your mentoring, too?" His expression visibly stiffened. "Have you been snooping through my things?" "I saw the transaction record." I held his gaze. "Presley, she just got a full-time offer. Does that really call for a 32,000-dollar necklace?"

I was at the verge of giving up when Penny beamed, “There's still hope. You've already come so far, we can't risk loosing to Madame Browne and having your reputation dragged by the media. Rather, we are going to thrive on this opportunity to start afresh and remind Madame Browne that she cannot bring us down.” “But—” I was about to oppose her words when her fingers shushed my lips. I paused, my eyes darting against her figure as she spoke, “There isn't any time left.” “I know there isn't much time left but I have friends who can actually help.” Penny’s voice stunned me. My jaw dropped, tear trickling down my cheeks as I stared back at her. “Who?” The words slipped through my frozen lips. Her eyes sparked with a glint of mischief. “Glenda Bacci, remember?”

Antony dodged the question with an implicative one of his own. “Tell me, Brooks. Do you remember how old you were when you first broke into the ranks of the perfect class?” Recollection bubbled beneath Paxton’s eyes. They twinkled and glinted like embers, reflecting the light from his bygone, fiery youth. “It’s been thirty years since I attained the perfect class, man. I was thirty-five,” he sighed. He finished his sentence with a small smile—just curved enough to hint at his satisfaction. Attaining the perfect class at such a young age was nothing to be sneered at and he knew it.

“Sir…” Perry hesitated, “Recently, through my interactions with Miss Brooks, I've noticed something unusual about her. I'm afraid these past years haven't been as good for her as you think.” Cameron paused his writing. “What do you mean?” “Miss Brooks has scars, more than one. She talks in her sleep and sometimes cries. And after a conflict, her first reaction is always to apologize, even if it's not her fault.” Perry was both meticulous and suspicious. “And she seems overly careful.”

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?”

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."