Novel (2)

Penny sprang to her feet.

“Oh, Juliet, your beauty makes me this strong.”

Then, with an enraptured expression, she propped one foot on the sofa and gazed at the ceiling as she spoke.

“Not even death can frighten me!”

Envy focused on her, forgetting even to blink.

Penny was a brilliant actress.

Envy was an audience member whose soul had been stolen by the story.

They had reached the moment just before the end of the tragic love story.

Her mouth went dry, and every muscle in her body tensed.

“Now I go to your side.”...