Aflame Penelope Douglas Novelas e Histórias

Man, do I feel so good, and I can't wait to do more. As the crowd started to murmur, Anastasia did the unthinkable in my clan, "I, Anastasia Lufoque, challenge you, Samantha Emilia Parker, to a duel. If I win, you will renounce everything you own to me." Well, we know it won't be fair for me without a prize for me to receive on my side. "Okay. I accept your challenge, but if I win, you will commit to a blood pact that states you will be forced to do my bidding till I see fit to release you. Do you accept my terms?"

“Say what you came to say and get out." Three years. That’s how long Penelope had been my father’s widow. Three years of her showing motherly concern, but I could see her desperate attempts to claw her way into power. At first, I let her live because she was harmless. Now? My claws unsheathed slightly, puncturing the armrest. Now she’s overstepping… "That creature doesn’t belong here Damon!" Penelope strode forward, slamming her palms on my desk. “Take the pup from her and throw her back to the gutter she crawled from!"

“Careful, St. James. Keep annoying me and I might finally get good enough to roast you.” He leaned in with that maddening grin. “Sweetheart, I’d consider that foreplay.” Caelan walked away muttering something about “lunatics” and “doomed missions.” I stood in the middle of the scorched clearing, flames licking my skin like a second heartbeat and for just a moment, I felt like I could burn down the world. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to. ********

Chapter 12 - Accountability ~Luke’s Point of View~ “I can only conclude that the females of today are certifiably insane,” I mutter, rubbing my chin. The two females in the room both give me death stares, but especially Penelope, a Greek half witch half wolf hybrid who is posing as my mother. It’s obvious she doesn’t much like me, and I can’t blame her.

Penelope sat across from him, legs crossed, chattering animatedly with her hands. “…I swear, if I don’t get to wear something from Chanel or Dior, I might just die,” Penelope was saying, flipping her hair over her shoulder like she was in a commercial. “We’re not just any pack. This is the Eldridge Pack’s anniversary—we can’t show up like peasants.” I kept my expression neutral. Just a maid. Just furniture with eyes. The Luna glanced up at my arrival. “Ah, Raine. Good. Just in time.”

Ashlyn smiled, her eyes glowing that same impossible blue. "I'm what you wanted to become." The lights went out. In the darkness, a scream. A thud. And when the lights returned... Penelope was gone. But on every screen, a countdown had begun: "The truth about Project Phoenix - Live in 10...9...8..."

Penelope scrolled through T*****r, soaking up the chaos. #AnnaMarieArrested #FallenAngel #JusticeForNora The comment section was pure carnage, and Penelope was loving every bit of it. She stretched her legs out on the coffee table, sighing contentedly. “You thought you could ruin me, Anna,” she said softly, eyes gleaming. “But now it’s your turn to burn.” Penelope’s smile deepened. “Oh, I pray you remain in that situation,” she whispered, lifting her glass again. “To Anna Marie, America’s fallen darling.”

But as soon as the connection formed, it shattered, her wolfish instincts reclaiming their hold. Gritting his teeth, Aiden took a step closer. "Remember the night we danced under the moonlight, Penelope? Remember the way we held each other when the world seemed to fade away? That passion still exists within you." But Penelope's transformation had garnered the attention of her pack. The surrounding darkness was now filled with the sharp silhouettes of her comrades, their glowing eyes reflecting the moonlight. They stood faithfully, ready to fight for their alpha.

Penelope wore a sinister expression as she snapped with a sneer, "Ember, I know you're gloating over Ferguson Corp's dire straits. Just wait! You fooled Caleb with your appearance! You are the most vicious woman alive!" Penelope's incessant harassment gave Ember a headache. Ember no longer wanted to pay attention to her, so she called the security guards to kick her out. Penelope, who refused to give up, tried to break free from the security guard. "Get lost! Let go of me! I will walk on my own!" Before leaving, Penelope snorted. "Hmph, just you wait!" Ember thought it was just an isolated incident. But to her surprise, Penelope went to Saint Lucia Convent and did a live stream to slander he

So why is her ex-husband the very first person to sprint down here and smash a man to pieces for touching her? Eliora comes sprinting down the ramp a second later. Her heels click frantically against the stones. She bypasses the men entirely and grabs Penelope by the shoulders. “Are you alright? Did he touch you?” Penelope does not even blink. She shrugs Eliora’s hands off her leather jacket with a cold, slow tilt of her chin. “I am perfectly fine.” She is not lying. She does not have a single scratch on her. With her level of combat training, a low-rank Alpha like Lucas could not even touch a hair on her head before she took his eyes out.