Aflame Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Alert. That’s when I saw her. Penelope stood in the middle of a clearing, moonlight catching the silk of her dark robes. Her head was tilted up, eyes closed, like she was drinking in the night sky. She didn’t flinch when I stepped out from the brush. “You’re finally here,” she said without turning. “I thought you'd be here earlier. Anyway, You reek of obsession.” “I call it determination.” She turned then, slowly, and those eyes landed on me like twin daggers. Calm. Measuring. Cold.

“You do?” Penelope cracked her neck and muttered, “Not exactly a friend. But he owes me.” Isolde raised an eyebrow. Penelope smirked. “Let’s just say he has a weakness for being handcuffed and humiliated.” “…You terrify me sometimes.” “You adore me.” They grinned but the tension returned like a shadow. Penelope handed her a burner phone. “Whatever happens next, don’t trust anything Dorian says from now on. If he’s gone inside, the Host has him. And if the Host has him…”

Penelope stood in the opening with fire behind her like some avenging goddess stepped out of hell itself. Her eyes locked onto mine. “Kelsey, get back here!” I ran faster. Nick had already disappeared into the darkness ahead but I could hear his footsteps crashing through underbrush. Penelope’s footsteps came after me. Closer. Getting closer. My heel caught on a root and I went down hard. Dirt filled my mouth. Before I could push myself up, hands grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. Penelope’s face was soot-black. Burns marked her arms where fire had caught her clothes, but her eyes blazed hotter than any flame.

Before I knew it he charged at me blowing me at my stomach I screamed out in pain making the gun fall He grabbed the gun swiftly laughing wickedly "You made a grave mistake Penelope" he snarled as I got up ...I stood face to face with him pointing the gun at me I lashed at him kicking him at his injuired dîck making the gun fall...he knocked down the lamp making the couch catch fire "Fire" I said lowly James caught me off guard giving me a resounding slap ...I fell on the floor holding my hurting cheeks "Time to meet your maker" the door to the room flew open revealing Max...my heart skipped a bit as I saw him...oh gawd!..he came

Alpha Duncan motioned. Isolde rose from her seat like she’d been rehearsing this moment for years. The emerald brooch on her chest caught the candlelight, the gleam almost as sharp as the curve of her smile. She began, unfolding a parchment from the table. “This is the official account of Alpha Daemon’s recent conduct in service to the kingdom. While his duties have been… moderately fulfilled, they have been tainted by his ongoing involvement with an unsuitable woman, Penelope whose character and past should exclude her from such a role in his life.”

He wouldn’t do this unless it was someone or something important. “Well chief I think Dawson is great, she gets along with everyone especially Pearson which is a miracle in itself seeing how she never actually really got along with any of her previous partners especially Sophie when she left for maternity leave. From what I’ve witnessed so far Dawson is good at her job amazing even, she is tough, and as we all witnessed on her first day of that building fire she put that cop in his place for not doing his job correctly. It’s almost as if she’s fearless, she has a fire in her that is difficult to extinguish and easy to ignite. She’s a force that no one had encountered before, sure we’ve seen

Petra cried out in excruciating pain, whimpering inside of me. I instantly coughed up blood. “Stop, noo,” she begged. But I couldn't help her. I was in anguish too. And it was our mate, the one man who was supposed to protect us, who was delivering to us this torment. My hands were pressed to my chest in anguish at the sudden scalding pain. "No, you can't do this." My chest was burning hot. "Yes I can Penelope. You have made me into an impotent man all this while."

Aunt Penelope patted his shoulder. Aunt Penelope then turned to the servants, who stood like a statue beside the table. “Get wine for the Alpha.” In no time, one of the servants, who had rushed off, returned with a bottle of champagne. “Pour some for him and for me.” She ordered again. Without hesitation, the servant poured some champagne into Penelope's glass and then turned to pour into Alpha Kyle's glass when Penelope stepped on her feet, and she mistakenly threw the drink all over Kyle's suit.

Her gaze darted to where Killian was for a brief second. “Thank you, Francine.” Penelope uttered sincerely. Francine pulled her into a hug and screamed, “Let’s dance!” She pulled Penelope along towards the bonfire. They chatted and danced around with the guys at the bonfire. Penelope felt a gaze on her. She looked around to see Killian watching her strangely. She held his gaze for a while but broke it when she realized that he had no intention of looking away. *** “Give up, little boy!” A man hollered mockingly as he chugged down his beer. It dripped on his long, tangled beards.

Their love story was nothing but a cruel, elaborate joke. Andres stared at the damning evidence, fury roaring inside him like an inferno. He wanted nothing more than to find Valentina and kill her on the spot. Penelope's voice rang out from within the hall. "Cam once said, 'Pride is etched into my very bones. If you burn me, there'll still be ashes of it.' For someone as strong and proud as her, how much suffering must she have endured to set herself on fire and end her life so young?"