Corrupt Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

All eyes were on the King’s Blood necklace—the diamonds were so bright they seemed to pull all the light in the room toward me. Penelope couldn't stand it. I watched her grip tighten on her glass of red wine. Her face, which had been carefully painted to look innocent and "soft," was starting to twitch. She had spent her life thinking she had won because she stole Arthur. Now, she realized that while she had taken my leftovers, I had taken the entire table. She let go of Arthur’s arm and started walking toward us. She forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Scarlett!" she called out. Her voice was too loud, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I was so worried about you aft

Her chestnut hair, which had been long and curly years ago, was now a pixie cut, giving her a more sharp and professional look. Penelope's smile faltered when she noticed the way he was staring at her wordlessly. Why was he looking at her so intensely? She mused, unsure whether to approach his desk or just stand there. Deciding that perhaps he was staring because he didn't know who she was or maybe he was expecting her to say something, she cleared her throat, "My name is Penelope Will, and I'm from Clarkesworld Magazine," she explained as

“He’s out of his mind. How can he not see how devoted you’ve been? How much you’ve sacrificed?” “And to make it worse... Dolly’s back,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “She’s always been in the background, but now she’s... she’s here. Again.” Penelope’s face darkens. “That conniving bitch. She’s never really left, has she? Always lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.” She pauses, then looks at me, her voice softening. “Why are you still holding on to him, Caroline? He doesn’t deserve you.”

His impression of Penelope always made him feel that Penelope was an eccentric woman who was not at all judgmental about anything people say about anyone. She was always looking and digging for rumours, and gossiping with her friends, but actually, she had a secret and noble goal. Heath heard that Penelope Zircon wanted to find her childhood best friend—whom everyone had given up trying to find. But in secret, Penelope was still trying, covering up her goal as a famous avid gossipper noblewoman. However, the woman, whom she considered a friend and whom she was desperately looking for, humiliated her at the garden party held by Ezra Euclase instead.

" Fiona was stunned when she heard Penelope's accusations. She completely twisted the truth! Fiona never thought that there was another woman more two-faced than Jessica. She couldn't help but burst into applause. "If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would have almost believed you! Hey, old hag! Do you always twist the truth by manipulating your words?" "Who are you calling an old hag!" Penelope exploded. She hated people insulting her, especially regarding her age. Her face red with anger, Penelope took several deep breaths. She pointed a trembling finger at Fiona, then at Larissa. "Are you hanging around unruly people like her? I spent so much money sending you to college, and you

Daniel said softly while bowing , Penelope nodded as she entered the library sighing when the door closed, and proceeded to lay on the couch that was next to the window memories of what happened consumed her mind, she wondered what would have happened if she hadn't been mated to a monster, a mate that would rather humiliate her in front of everyone, one that only cared about her giving him an heir and never truly cared about her. She gulped tears stinging her eyes slowly starting to stream down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and took deep breaths. It wasn’t her fault she had not yet been convinced in fact she was glad that she was not carrying the child of such a man. At that moment

Thea completed with a puppy face. An ugly look adorned Penelope's beautiful face. She couldn't help but curse Thea for using her words against her. Thinking that Thea had become smart, she examined Thea's face keenly but she was met by that innocent and ignorant face and she relaxed. It seemed that she was overthinking. Waving her hands "Of course, I love your food. How can that be? I have been dreaming of eating your food all those years" Penelope stated dismissively. What she didn't know was the fact that she was not overthinking. She was right, Thea was fooling her.

or anyone of the sort. Penelope Douglas was failing woefully to catch his attention but the fiasco outside the window. A redheaded broad with the curliest looking hair he’d ever seen, almost like a lion’s mane and a man with similar features, except more pasty and anorexic. “That seems wild”. He murmured as he watched the redhead pull the man hard and a smack on his head ensued. Penelope, who was failing to catch his attention turned to the window and let out a distasteful chortle, “that’s the Simons for you”.

“Calm down, Penelope. We always have ways to bring them down and bring that woman.” Penelope clicked her tongue and sat on the chair. “Damn it. Are you sure that women can make me immortal? Fuck that Aaron! He managed to break free from the hypnosis and even throw Pauline into the pack of rogues! That woman's body has already been stained. I don't want it anymore.” The person smirked and looked at her in the eyes. “Are you going to throw that woman named Pauline and let her be tossed by those rogues? I'm sure that you have feelings for her since you cultivated her.”

I cannot think of any adjective because I can't think straight right now! All I know is that Penelope Avery is really a goddamn rich person and I can't imagine how she feels living into this huge house every single day. The old woman motioned me to sit on this huge sofa. Uggh. I can't keep count of how many times I used the word huge since I entered their mansion. "Do you need anything?" she asked. "No, I'm okay, Maám." I answered. "I really just have to meet with Penelope." "Ohh, right. Wait here, I'll call her."