Corrupt Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

He was ninety years old. I’m sitting in my parlor waiting for an update from Rogue and having a sip of Cachaca when Penelope walks in. She looks beautiful with her string floral, flannel romper. Her long, firm pale legs and slim body look tempting. Clearing my throat, I take another swig of my drink in hopes of calming my libido. For christ’s sake, she’s a child, and I have to keep reminding myself of this matter.

"She has been envious of Clara since we were kids. At the orphanage, she would steal Clara's toys. Once we started school, she even tore up her homework. "With time, her jealousy worsened, fueled by Clara's acceptance into your family and her newfound wealth. She even questioned me about why Clara was picked. "I told her it was because Clara looks so much like Mrs. Wright. After that, Penelope deliberately went and had plastic surgery to resemble Mrs. Wright!" His words hit me like a lightning strike. I stared at Henry in disbelief, my body shaking uncontrollably. Those 18 years we shared as kids meant nothing at this moment; he was a complete stranger.

She had initially planned on getting someone to splash her with sulfuric acid, destroy her face and see her being abandoned by Darls Collymore but her plans failed. Penelope Martinez did not give up. She went on with her other plan and Still, after visiting Florencia George and talking her out in order to get rid of Olivia, her plans failed and Florencia seem to have changed into an entirely different person who had no affection for Darls Collymore. Penelope Martinez, Clarissa's secretary, is a young lady who had practically grown up with Darls Collymore and his sister. They were close and most times ate together but then she began developing feelings for him. However, he did not for once lo

She used to cling onto holding his sleeves and shirt a lot years back whenever despondency tried to take her over and she held him. Persephone resents deaths. Funerals of loved ones, she cannot bear it. “We don’t know. But whoever she is, don’t worry. She will regret breathing. It’s gonna be alright.” Kriss whispered, unsure how to react at the moment. Kriss wanted to go to Juniper but Persephone was holding him. “She will. She will burn in hell.” Persephone nodded as Kriss glanced at Juniper who was looking down, devoid. Juniper was there when he had his mental breakdown, when in Ash Zay he tried to kill himself. She helped and he couldn’t leave her.

And then, one entry near the end had different ink. One name underlined twice. Aurelia Crane. Penelope exhaled. “Wait. Crane has a daughter?” Dorian’s eyes darkened. “No. That’s his wife.” Isolde stared at the name. Below it, Vivienne had written: The true Archivist never dies. She simply passes the stage to the next understudy. The sun hadn’t risen yet. They were gathered at Penelope’s flat, laptops open, coffee untouched. Isolde sat cross-legged on the rug, Vivienne’s notebook spread out in front of her like a war map. Her fingers hovered over the first circled name.

He tossed a thick stack of photos onto the table. Penelope hadn't even touched them when her gaze caught the top photo. Her pupils contracted. She snatched the whole pile and shoved it into her bag in panic. "You investigated me?" Not just recently—nearly ten years of dirt. Eloise smiled faintly and didn't bother to answer. Penelope shrank back and fell silent. … After the meal, sick with disgust, Penelope still grabbed her bag and followed the nearly ugly Eric out. But in her heart, she carved the debt deep against Sydney. If Sydney had only obeyed, she wouldn't have been forced to face that monster.

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

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, suddenly acutely aware of the scars that crisscrossed my skin. “Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, unable to meet her gaze. Cecil reached out a hand, placing it gently on my arm. “I don't know Penelope that well, but she seems like the type to scheme and manipulate. She could even go as far as lying to the Alpha, claiming you attacked her. She might even inflict injuries on herself to make it seem more convincing.” The thought made my blood run cold. Penelope was ruthless, capable of anything to get what she wanted. And getting Damon to come home now and end me would be a very easy task for her.