Fire Night Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“ “Penelope Douglas about Jordan and Pike Lawson, who is her ex-boyfriend’s dad, but yet they fell for each other and in the end have kids and her ex was happy with it. Yeah, I’ve read it but that’s not what I was referring to,” he interrupted and I scrunched her eyebrows together and looked perplexed and what he had just said, “I was talking about me and you and whether you like it or not.” He knew Pike Lawson and damnit that man had my heart. He knew that I knew what he was talking about but played dumb.

-Father I read it again, slower this time, each line etching itself into me like fire. The twelfth wolf... her father's voice bled through the ink, thick with both warning and promise. Penelope wasn't just another piece in this endless war-she was something far more dangerous, far more necessary. For Rhegal? Or for him? Nothing still seemed to make sense. No hidden message, no hidden detail. I folded it with care and slid it into my pocket again. Penelope might be the only one who would understand what the book is all about and all this talk of being a twelfth wolf.

“Noel Greer. Who is this?” He harshness of his voice jolted Penny back to the present, gritting on her nerves. Yet that voice in her ear…it hurt that forgetting was not so easy. “I-,” she cleared her throat to speak louder. “It’s Penelope Quinn. I need your help.” Straight to the point, no need to beat about the bush. The silence on the other side was deafening. For a moment she feared he hung up but the soft sound of his breathing assured her he was still on the other side.

"HELP!" Penelope screamed out. She was curled into a tight ball at the edge of her room. Half of the room was destroyed by the flames and the fire kept advancing towards her. "HELP ME! PLEASE!" Her screams were drowned out by the roar of the flames as it licked up the entire room. The curtains and bed burned brightly, and the walls were slowly falling away. Seeing that there was no way out, she stopped crying out for help and just sobbed quietly. As she waited for death to take her, her mind went over everything that had happened minutes earlier. She assumed Aurora and Henry, along with all the other lycans had perished in the fire and all that was left was her.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all? Daisy St. Patience, the narrator in Noreen's favorite book entitled Invisible Monsters, says that the queen shouldn't play the snow white game anymore because there's a certain age wherein beauty shouldn’t be the main concern of a woman. She should proceed to a more powerful thing. Daisy said that it could be gun or money. However, Noreen isn't looking in the mirror for the same reason as the queen. She's simply just admiring her beauty.

" Perfect. That was how it needed to be done when it came to crimes like these—no trace left behind. The only flaw was that Jacklyn had somehow been lucky enough to escape the inferno. Penelope didn't even try to hide her bitterness. "That bitch Jacklyn sure is lucky. The flames were raging so high, and she still managed to get out. It would've been great if she had just burned to death. That way I wouldn't have to keep worrying about her."

Penelope said and I drew her shoulder up before she would bow deeply for me. “I won't allow you to do that,” I said and picked up the knife and lighter in my hand. “Let's meet at our assigned place. So I will set the fire first.” I said and left the room, closing the door behind me. I heard the door open, followed by a rapid footstep. “Princess, I will set the fire,” Penny said and tried to swallow back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. “We don't really know what is inside and he still wants to take you out. We can do it when you are back.” Penelope added.

My jaw tightened, and it took considerable effort to tear my gaze away from her. The scene shifted again, revealing a joyful moment with one-year-old Penelope playing hide-and-seek with Alistair and Aurora in a grassy field. Their laughter rang through the air as they enjoyed their game. Little Penelope prepared to run, but a loud, ground-shaking boom interrupted their fun. Startled, she fell and began to cry. Flames and smoke filled the sky, creating a horrifying scene that engulfed their surroundings. Aurora quickly scooped up little Penelope, her panic evident as she dusted off the child. Alistair stood guard, his body tense and alert, ready to protect his family.

"I am coming for you and Alex, Adrian. No matter where you hide or what lies you spin, I will find you. And you will understand the true meaning of pain and suffering." As the call ended, Penelope stared out into the moonlit night, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and anguish. The battle for justice had only just begun, and the flames of vengeance burned brightly within her soul. She would not rest until those responsible for her torment suffered as she had, no matter the cost.

The cold winter night blows against her curvy body, dragging the silky fabric of her blue dress, she crosses her legs and ignores anything other than her pizza. "I'll say right away that this time I got over myself," she chews loudly. Frozen the moment he would bite a large slice, Hunter frowns and raises his eyes to Penelope. "What do you intend to do?” I recognize the caution in your voice, and maybe a little... Fear?