Fire Night Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

And the moment I showed the slightest hint of dissatisfaction, his face would become stern as he declared righteously, "Laura is an Omega, and she doesn't have a wolf. I can't ignore her plea for help. Besides, you're a Warrior, Bella. You should be more understanding." Even if I were understanding toward him, then who would be understanding toward me? What did I mean to him now? Another wave of smoke filled the air, choking me and making my eyes water uncontrollably. I tried calling Daniel again, only for my call to be rejected immediately. In despair, I called the fire department's emergency number. "Hello, this is the fire department." I trembled as I exclaimed, "My house is on fire! Plea

Penelope stood in the opening with fire behind her like some avenging goddess stepped out of hell itself. Her eyes locked onto mine. “Kelsey, get back here!” I ran faster. Nick had already disappeared into the darkness ahead but I could hear his footsteps crashing through underbrush. Penelope’s footsteps came after me. Closer. Getting closer. My heel caught on a root and I went down hard. Dirt filled my mouth. Before I could push myself up, hands grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. Penelope’s face was soot-black. Burns marked her arms where fire had caught her clothes, but her eyes blazed hotter than any flame.

Like a man unhinged, he dashed forward and roared, "Let her go!" Scott froze for a split second—just long enough. Caleb lashed out with his long leg and struck the man's gun arm, shattering his grip. In the same motion, he wrenched the weapon free and dragged Sydney behind him, shielding her with his body. A shout pierced the chaos. "Fire!" Sydney twisted her head, her blood running cold. Flames leapt wildly, licking the floor and igniting barrels of gasoline. Penelope and her son were gone. "Who the hell set the fire?!" Scott swore, panic flashing across his face. He knew Caleb would never forgive him if this went wrong.

“Definitely more urgent that figuring out what the deal with me and Kade was.” “Right. Fires are very big deals. And Kade was a jerk earlier.” “He was totally a jerk. Not worth our time to worry about. And if fires aren’t dealt with quickly, they can spin out of control very fast.” “Right.” “Penelope, did the guard say that there WAS a fire at Ingrid’s house or that there IS a fire a Ingrid’s house?” Penelope thought for a moment. “I don’t remember.”

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"Miranda, I apologize in advance. What I'm about to say may be uncomfortable for you, but I know the only way to solve this is by being open about everything. You’re not someone who likes to express emotions, and neither is Mr. Norman. So let me be the bad guy here." Dylan took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Three years ago, that fire wasn’t an accident—it was arson. I was the one who investigated it. Penelope and Logan Morgan were involved. Penelope lured Mr. Norman downstairs while Logan set the fire. That was their plan." Emily shook her head. "No, Dylan, the arsonist wasn't Logan—it was a woman." "A woman?" Dylan looked bewildered. "Did you see her?"

He fell backwards down the stairs holding his head and screamed. The witch was behind me and I felt her as she tried to penetrate my mind. I felt the pain and it took me down to one knee. I looked up as Bryan shot another man point-blank in his face. I didn’t have much time before she overpowered me. He aimed the gun at the witch but it only clicked, the click drew her attention and she concentrated her pain on Bryan. He sank to the floor on his knees and I looked directly at her. “Ek brenna efri sál blár logi,” I shouted in my mind and the green flames in my hands burned a bright blue. I kept saying the words until the blue flames covered me and then disappeared as she started screaming as

A short while later, he peeked at me again and gave me the saddest puppy-dog eyes. "Gladys, I wanna go to the wooden hut again…" Before he'd even managed to finish his sentence, someone suddenly opened his room door and walked in. I heard his mom addressing him." "Austin, have some fruit." Both of us had a shock. Austin was particularly frozen. Before he could turn his phone away, his mom walked into the frame and bent down, staring at me on the screen. I hadn't managed to duck out of sight. "Who's this, Austin?"

She had spent her entire life training to be the most ruthless, the scariest in any room she entered. But this, this particular horror she can never get rid of no matter how hard she tried. “Cigarette?” a voice asked. She blinked back her thoughts. “Can I get one without the company?” she asked, extending her arm anyways. Helene laughed, handing her lit cigarette to her. Ilana took a long swig, feeling some of her nerves settle. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to suffer through the company,” she said and Ilana smiled, passing the cigarette back to her.

"You don't forget anything, Margery, you just remember how to feel things without the interference of that loud, judgmental voice in your head that tells you you’re too tired or too bored or too angry to be the woman you actually are deep down inside where the real hunger lives." "The real hunger? That’s a bit dramatic, don't you think, Silas? I’m a mother of two and I run the PTA and I don't have some secret well of depravity waiting to be tapped by a man in a sharp suit who talks like he’s narrating a nature documentary."