Credence Penelope Douglas Summary Novels & Stories

“Look who decided to join us. The girl with no name, no bloodline, and no place in this hall.” He tilted his head toward her. “Tell me, dear. Were you lost? Or just trying to sleep your way to the top?” A few council members shifted uncomfortably. Others smirked. Penelope didn’t blink. She turned her head slowly, elegantly and met his stare head-on. “I wasn’t lost,” she said, her voice calm but cutting. “It was you who asked me to come.” “And I don’t need to lie on my back to be heard. Unlike some men here, I speak standing tall.”

Just turned her back and walked away like I was nothing. She’s alive. Still breathing. Still dangerous. Still wearing that Shadowmoor crest like she didn’t help light a match to my world. And Penelope? She’s hers. Same pack. Same legacy. But gods, she’s not her. Penelope looked at me like she wasn’t sure she was worthy of being looked at. Like she was waiting to be thrown aside. I’ve seen girls seduce with their eyes. But she? She ached. And fuck me—I ached back.

By blending fact with fiction, she aimed to make it look like Vincent was a heartless person. These words, when said to anyone, would make them think Vincent was a scoundrel! And Jackson was the perfect witness. Penelope smirked. “Forget it. If I had known you were so cold-hearted, I wouldn’t have been deceived by your love. Simon, I wish you and Emily happiness. I hope Emily doesn’t follow in my footsteps and end up abandoned.” Penelope struggled to her feet, placing the hairpin on the coffee table and leaving the Hilton lobby in a daze. The impact from the fall had left her in pain, hunched over, her hands on her abdomen, walking painfully and awkwardly.

And from the moment she’d returned, Kayla had felt her gaze on her, cold and judgmental. Now, surrounded by a small group of employees—some she’d worked with for years, some she’d barely spoken to—Penelope looked like she was enjoying every moment. “I heard you were being sued,” she said, her voice loud enough for the entire office to hear. “Identity theft, fraud. Who would have thought? The girl who played the hero, taking down Kang Jin, was just a criminal in disguise.”

“Marcus, calm yourself. Listen—just listen. If she even has a hint, a lead, it’s better than nothing. Raine’s life is on the line.” Marcus’s gaze flicked back to Raine, her pale, fragile form under the healer’s careful watch. His wolf growled low, a rumble of frustration, distrust, and desperation. Slowly, his eyes narrowed back at Penelope. “Fine,” he said finally, low and dangerous, “if you’re serious—and I don’t believe you are—you better not waste my time. One false move, one lie, and I swear…” Penelope held his gaze without flinching, voice steady despite the tension. “I’m not lying,” she said softly, almost defensively. “I just… I just want to help.”

"That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time." "I trusted you with her and this is what you do, bringing strange woman around my daughter. You really haven't changed at all."I walked towards the door, holding a sleeping Penelope. I was angry, the type of anger that he can only bring out in me. He told me that it was work related, but I didn't know if to trust his word. After all, the last time I trusted Mason Knight he left me alone and pregnant with his baby.

“The real world will separate the winners from the losers.” Sophie didn’t respond. Silence was one of the earliest weapons Lucian had taught her. Pandora’s smirk only sharpened, as if Sophie’s lack of reaction insulted her more than any possible retort. Beside Pandora stood Penelope, her best friend and most devoted follower. Penelope was all glossy hair and long legs, pretty and vacant-eyed, laughing at every cruel comment Pandora made a second too late, like she had to catch up. She repeated Pandora’s opinions as if they were her own and trailed after her like a shadow.

Penelope walked down the long hallway of Duke Diamond's capital residence. Her heart was pounding–she thought she had to go East to visit Celine, but she was glad that her best friend had already arrived in the capital. She walked over to Celine's room door and hoped to see her right away, like when they were kids. But… "What do you mean she doesn't want to see me?" asked Penelope in surprise when she heard the words of a maid who barred her from entering Celine's room. “I am Celine's best friend!”

Penelope reached out to touch her nose, asking, "So what if I took it seriously, then?" Caleb teased, "You're just a side character. Why are you acting as if you're the female protagonist?" Penelope hit him in the chest and proudly replied, "I've been the female protagonist since I was young!" Caleb clicked his tongue. "How narcissistic of you." The three of them reached the elevator while they were talking. Caleb then pressed the elevator button. Brandon turned to Penelope and said, "I think you should just give up on this, Penelope. Bryce had a messy relationship with his ex-wife and ex-girlfriend. You shouldn't get yourself involved in it."