Penny Jordan Romane & Geschichten

Moon grabs my arms at the elbows and his eyes drill mine. "It's too late. You're already a part of it. You're injured and have had two concussions in less than a week. You need to heal and stay hidden until I know what's happening. Penny Dandridge is dead, Madison. The next body will not be yours."

Penny knocked on the door once more, but Andre refused to entertain her. She shouted, "Mr. Jordan, I'm here to discuss a potential collaboration." Inside, Andre continued to pour himself a drink. When he heard what Penny said, he found the situation rather amusing. "A collaboration?" "Mr. Jordan, I know you were unjustly accused by Jessie. I'm here to help you. If you want to hide in this place forever, I'll leave now." As soon as she finished her sentence, the sound of a bottle hitting the floor echoed from inside, followed by the door opening.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

But first, she needed leverage – something she could use to control Kayla, to make sure she stayed out of her way. She’d followed Jordan from the hospital that morning, watching as he dropped Leo off at school. The boy had been chattering excitedly about a science project he was working on, his small hand wrapped tightly around Jordan’s as they walked. When Jordan kissed Leo’s forehead and waved goodbye, Mrs. Penelope felt a familiar pang of jealousy – but she pushed it down, focusing on her goal.

I had barely taken two bites of my sandwich when someone dropped their bag onto our table. “Morning, losers.” Jordan. She slid into the seat across from us like she belonged everywhere. Black bomber jacket, ripped jeans, chain around her neck. Her hair was cropped short and styled sharp, like she was auditioning for a magazine cover. Lily sat up straighter immediately. Too straight. “Morning,” I said around a mouthful of food. Jordan smirked at Lily. “You look tired.” “I—what? No, I don’t.” Lily’s cheeks turned red instantly.

“Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.” – Walt Whitman MELODY POV Breath ragged from the run, I yanked off the band that held my curls in an upward ponytail throwing it into the neatly trimmed bushes marring the small roundabout in front of the manor. I didn't stop until I was pushing the heavy double doors made of pure oak only to halt when a pair of hard eyes landed on me. My heart skitted to a stop before I found my breath, and all I managed to do was let out a small smile. Jordan stood by the staircase, looking as sinful as ever in a pair blue of jeans and a white T-shirt. The ink running down his arm was on full display, and my mouth dried up instantly.

NOAH’S POV “Penny, let’s go already. I’m famished,” I groaned for what had to be the fifth time today. Maybe the sixth. Honestly, I’d lost count—and also my patience. We've been shopping nonstop for hours, and Penny doesn't look like she's going to stop soon. Heads up: Penny is a shopaholic on steroids. I should’ve known better the moment she said we had “girly things” to do. That phrase should come with a health warning, especially when you’ve had nothing to eat since morning.

Chapter 54 Maddox POV I watched her like a problem I couldn’t solve with force. Jordan stood on the balcony with her coffee, shoulders squared to the morning like she could hold the entire world at arm’s length if she tried hard enough. The wind tugged at her hair, that cinnamon-brown wave that never looked “done,” only lived-in—like she didn’t waste time pretending to be softer than she was. And then her phone lit up with the message. Your career breaks first.

If anything, he looked skeptical. “Um, hi,” said Penny as she fluffed her orange beanie. "I've seen you before, haven't I?" Timothy asked, ignoring her greeting. Penny's poise remained intact as she extended her hand. "You have, Timothy. I'm Penelope Carter, but you can call me Penny." Timothy frowned. “Penelope...” “Undercover reporter,” Penny added. “And I’m here to help you guys.” Timothy looked over at me then, his frown deepening. "A reporter?”