Aflame Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Maven Penelope Fox is a spitfire. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. She looks sweet, cute, innocent, but man when she gets upset, she lets you know it. It’s interesting, it’s obvious she’s never been in a pack setting before because she doesn’t realize that you can’t speak to Alpha’s this way. The only reason I’m allowing this is because she is Amelia’s sister, she is Donovan’s mate, and I believe she is the white wolf.

Flora chuckled, “I seriously can’t believe you did that, Julia,” Penelope said with disbelief, “Why?” I asked curiously, “Look at you… You’re sweet, kind and a delicate flower… Looking at you, no one would tell you that you pepper sprayed my handsome, tall, Intimidating and let’s not forget, Mafia Don, Nik,” Penelope said, “Yeah,” I rolled my eyes, Mafia don! “True that,” Flora added, “I’m curious, what actually happened?” Penelope asked, curiously.

“Didn’t you know? Simon refused to pay heed to our objections and married a woman who’s harboring evil intentions!” Penelope was Douglas’s eldest child, the oldest sister amongst the Zachary siblings. Fiona was her younger sister-in-law and inferior to her in the family hierarchy. Douglas had had three children in total. Besides his second child, who had died in a car crash, he had his older daughter and youngest son. Simon had been born much later, which explained the large age gap between him and his sister. Penelope narrowed her eyes as she recalled the woman named Sharon Jeans. Her gaze turned frosty.

The maid and I had gotten Penelope into a state of near apoplexy and Zoey called out to her friend “oooh, look at his big hard cock P, I bet you’d like that stuck up you for a while” Penelope spun around. She stood up and casually walked over to the sofa. My or my, that girl had a sexy wiggle. All eyes were on her ass as she ‘minced’ across that room. With her head looking back across her shoulder, she beckoned Pierre with her finger. She was licking her lips and holding her ass cheeks open with her other hand. Pierre needed no further invitation. He stood up and followed her.

"That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time." "I trusted you with her and this is what you do, bringing strange woman around my daughter. You really haven't changed at all."I walked towards the door, holding a sleeping Penelope. I was angry, the type of anger that he can only bring out in me. He told me that it was work related, but I didn't know if to trust his word. After all, the last time I trusted Mason Knight he left me alone and pregnant with his baby.

She rolled her eyes at Arc's confused expression. "You don't know Derby's either. Okay, let's go," Penelope said, already heading for the door. "I'm not dressed," Arc protested. Penelope stopped in her tracks, a look of mock surprise on her face. "Normally you'd refuse to come with me, but you're worried about your state of undress? Who are you, and what have you done to Arc the Orc?" Arc grumbled, "I'm not an Orc." Penelope teased, "That's what an Orc would say."

"Mark, step on it. I need to burn my suit." I groaned again, curling into a ball. What. A. Night.

She found out he had just acquired a penthouse that cost billions of dollars, and she wished she could get enough money from him and travel around the world with her lover, Rumero. They had multiple rounds of sex till morning, her pussy was sore, they created a strategy on how best to execute their deceitful plan

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

"Watch your precious omega. See if I care." She storms into the bedroom. The door slams. Again. I unpause the game. Penelope has the puck. She's weaving through defenders like they're standing still. The Northwind captain—a massive woman with aggressive playing style—tries to lay her out, but she sees it coming. Spins away. The captain's frame crashes into the boards while Penelope glides past. "You'll have to try harder than that," Penelope calls out, the camera catching her smile. "Magnificent," Kael murmurs in my mind.