Hideaway Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Penelope asked as she drew a needle out of her wrist and took a sharp breathe as the pain hit her. " Dummy, we're still in our pack, can't you smell mate's scent all over you. And that was true, she could smell his scent but blamed it on her hyperactive hormones. " So he saved us" She asked hoarsely as she searched for water to wet her parched throat and then the door screeched open and she flinched. " Who's this hot mannerless doctor that can't knock on the freaking door" She thought with a small frown.

She proceeded at a far distance from the Ferguson mansion, and once she spotted a black SUV, she hurried towards it. She knocked on the window, and the person in the car, who was none other than Leon, unlocked the door for her. She stepped inside and shut the door. "Found anything unusual, Penelope?" Leon asked. "Well, you won't believe the shit I just saw." Penelope shook her head as she proceeded to remove the realistic mask she wore on her face. "Gosh, this itches a lot," she complained and took it off, revealing a completely different face, which was even prettier. Her blue eyes glanced at Leon, and she fastened her seatbelt. "Let’s go," she said to him and Leon started the car engine, t

I took a deep breath before stepping inside, ready to face whatever awaited me next. We all gathered around a small wooden table that doubled as their dining and living space. The room was cozy, with worn chairs that had seen better days and a soft, warm light from a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Elder Ravenclaw carefully placed steaming mugs of coffee in front of each of us, the rich, earthy aroma filling the room. “After the war,” Elder Ravenclaw began, settling into his seat, his hands wrapped tightly around his cup, “a week passed before Harold came to us, bringing Sheriff Donovan along.”

he replied, grabbing her shorts and pants and putting them into the suitcase. She stood still and crossed her arms over her chest angrily. "I have money, I can do this myself." Dmitri now found out another thing about Felicity is her stubbornness. He sighed. "That may be so, but do you know how to hide from witches?" he questioned. "No, but-"

“They say there’s trouble with the Indians south of here.” “That’s going to make what I suggest more difficult,” Nate said with a slow shake of his head. “You got new plans?” Joseph asked. “Where’s Sullivan?” Nate asked as he looked around the empty saloon. “I want him here when I tell about it.” “He managed to find a proper young lady named Penelope Wilson. She lives back east, but is here visiting. They’re on a picnic,” Joseph said with a chuckled. “What about Alice?” Nate asked with surprise.

I'm not risking my life, rather I am playing with Emiem and Blake's lives. He won't survive without me. But Blake was right when he said Heil was allergic by this tone. He has saved his life several times from Heil and I trust my man and his skill. If this pen has the capacity to save my man's life then it will save ours too. "Trust me. I don't know but it will." I zipped her mouth and handed her a pen. She shook her head but I placed the pen in her palm forcefully. "What if I put the pen down out of anxiety?" Her hand shook a bit.

She was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, wrapped up tight like she didn't want to be recognized. Jacklyn's brow arched. When Penelope was with Eugene, she couldn't wait to flaunt it to the world. Now she was doing everything to stay hidden. Just as Jacklyn was about to follow, a man suddenly appeared in the distance. He was staring straight at Penelope with a sleazy grin stretched across his face. Jacklyn instantly recognized him. It was Henry, the loan shark from the gemstone market. What were Penelope and he doing together? Things were getting interesting.

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.

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

Controlling the burn in my throat around Harlow is bad enough but a baby is just not possible. “Ohh! I borrowed someone’s fancy camera and the Luna has a spot picked out for me to take all the photos,” Penelope coos, practically dancing in the hallway. Stan rolls his eyes, but I don’t. I like seeing her happy. She’s put her life on hold to be here, and I know she’s miserable. She’s homesick. I’d never begrudge her finding something to get excited over. Not only that, Anna had to go practically underground for a week after her encounter at The Hair of the Dog, and now that she's back and safe things are good. We were all a nervous wreck while she was gone, Harlow especially. I scolded her ter