Aflame Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

He said, picking up his pen and getting back to his paperwork. I think I was still in a little bit of shock as I stood up from the chair and I walked over and opened the door to see Alpha Logan’s plastic girlfriend Penelope was standing there waiting for him. With her skin tight dress that just came down past her ass and everything else that should stay covered up, her make-up caked on like she never knew how much was enough and 4 inch high heels that still didn’t make her as tall as me and her long brown hair curled down her back.

Caleb pinched Penelope's chin with a faint smile. "Tell me, how should I make your death more painful? Should I throw a few big wolfhounds into the basement with you?" "No!" Penelope broke instantly, screaming. "I'll tell you! If I tell you, will you let me go?" His tone softened. "Of course." "Really?" "Really." His serious expression left no room for doubt. Her whole body shook as she stammered, "T-The people who adopted her… they came from Jouleston."

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

Quinlan's mouth parted in amazement when she finally succeeded and it was at that moment he was hooked on the throat and lifted up by an eight-foot man because he was distracted for a second. Penelope shifted into her wolf and ran downstairs in fast gallops because more men were pursuing her. She could hear Alpha Kieran's scream from afar and she needed no one to tell her he was getting tortured. "Talk about the worst timing of the century to visit the Alpha's castle," she muttered under her breath and then took a high leap before another growling wolf could dive into her. Penelope was strong in the face of fear and valorous. Quinlan saw her running for her dear life and he felt strength fro

Her dark blonde curls were pulled into a high ponytail, and a scar traced the curve of her jaw like jewelry. “You always sneak up on people reading ancient war texts?” I asked. “Only the cute ones,” she shot back. My face heated. “Excuse me?” She laughed. “Relax, newbie. I’m Chloe. Nightfang’s best archer and second-best flirt.” “Penelope,” I said, standing awkwardly. “New housekeeper.” She chuckled. “Nice to meet you, Penelope. So, how’s the new housekeeping job? Boring?” “No. I swing swords and daggers every day ‘cause I’m a warrior.”

he grabbed Penelope by the face and kissed her, it felt like forever. I cleared my throat, drawing their attention, and he turned to me with a beaming smile. As he left, my gaze met Penelope's stunning brown eyes. Her radiant smile revealed a captivating confidence that made her resemble a masterpiece from an art gallery. With her fiery red curls cascading around her, she stood at an impressive 5'6" with curvaceous features. We were of similar height, but she possessed an aura that dominated the room, Penelope lived life fearlessly, not caring about other's opinions. In that moment. I couldn't help but envy her incredible life and magnetic personality.

Penelope entered her chambers with a warm smile and gracefully curtsied before Amani. Penelope was sixteen years old and had been Amani's personal servant ever since Malakai had grown comfortable enough to allow someone other than Maggie to be in her presence. Only Penelope was entrusted with the privilege of serving Amani and being alone in her chambers. The Prince had not granted permission for any other servants to attend to her.

A woman stood there, smiling at her and signaling for her to come up. She frowned. Who was that? Deciding to find out, she climbed up to the place the woman stood. On meeting her, the woman's smile widened. “Hello, you're among the staff of Dawnat?” Penelope nodded, “Yes I am.” “What's your name?” the woman asked fondly, “I'm Agnes Flores.” Penelope took a second, before saying, “Penelope. Penelope Adams.” “Okay, good,” the woman sighed softly. Then said, “The thing is…all I wanted to advise you was for you to be careful.”

She gave me a warm smile so I can't help but to smile back. "Good Morning, Maám. I just want to ask if this is where Penelope Avery lives?" Her eyes widened a bit, "Are you her friend?" she asked. Wait, are we friends? No, we're not right? "I'm her partner. We are working on a project together." I said instead. "Here?" She looked at me, confused. I think Clark is right. I don't think Penelope had any visitors in her house before. "Yes, Maám. She told me to meet her here."

“I—this isn’t—” Brayden’s voice was sharp, filled with cold fury. “Tell me, Penelope.” She looked up, shaking, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I don’t know anything about this!” she cried. Darla clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “Sure you don’t.” Penelope shook her head frantically. “This was staged! It’s fabricated!” Brayden stood up. His movement was slow, controlled—dangerous. “Take her away and lock her up,” he ordered.