Hideaway Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Ana snapped still trying to grasp this new discovery. "How what?" Penelope asked "How are you going to mark your territory in his life penny,do you even know who you're with?" She whined wondering if her sister was even aware of the big fish she had caught. "DORIAN SKENDORE" she emphasized "A man who's wanted by many shameless wretch who wouldn't hesitate to snag him up like some hungry wolves in winter" Penelope cringed at the mention of 'wolves' but before her mind could drift off,she heard her sister's voice which didn't stop talking

He said, picking up his pen and getting back to his paperwork. I think I was still in a little bit of shock as I stood up from the chair and I walked over and opened the door to see Alpha Logan’s plastic girlfriend Penelope was standing there waiting for him. With her skin tight dress that just came down past her ass and everything else that should stay covered up, her make-up caked on like she never knew how much was enough and 4 inch high heels that still didn’t make her as tall as me and her long brown hair curled down her back.

I don’t want to upset her. “No, I’m not. My mother, is─was part Brazilian. She was an anthropologist. She died years ago, and I moved in with my uncle until he died last year. It’s just Lyria and me. We were celebrating my twenty-fifth I lean back in the chair with a quirked brow. “You’re twenty-five. I would have thought you were much younger.” Penelope shrugs her shoulders, loosening one of the strings as it glides haplessly down her arm. “I told the woman who took us that I was eighteen after I overheard her saying she wanted young, innocent girls. Have your men found her?”

Daisy said. “Mom? What!!” Gabriel and Wendy protested. “Yes, it’s hospitality.” Daisy said and turned to leave. “Save it! I’m not hungry. Whenever you are ready to see Minx again, tell Wendy to summon me.” Penelope said and disappeared immediately. “Wait! Wait!” Gabriel shouted but it was too late. Penelope had gone. “That’s a great step. We know who has Minx.” Oliver said.

“Come on, Claire, have mercy on me. I know you are afraid to go out yet. I swear I'll protect you. We can take the guards your father appointed for you.” Claire denied with a shake of head. But Penelope kneeled down before her. She took her hands and expressed with wide excited eyes, “How about a vacation to another country where no one knows about you!” “It won't work. I'm sure my news is everywhere in the world. I don't want their pitiful look.” “Hey, you will never be able to move on if you keep that perspective. Come on, get up, we'll plan a vacation.” Then Penelope got up to retrieve a laptop. She plopped down on the couch next to Claire. She was about to search for holiday locations wh

Stepping into the washroom, she took off her jewelry and wedding ring, placing it on the counter before stripping out of her clothes and stepping beneath the running water. Exhaling, she stepped out of the cabin, drying herself before wrapping her hair into the towel and pulling on a pair of turquoise bra and panties with white lace, and grabbed her moisturizer, rubbing it over her body. Going to grab her wedding ring, her eyebrows knitted in confusion when she didn't see it. "What the hell?" She muttered leaning down to see if it had fallen on the floor, kneeling on the marble floor as she looked around her. Her throat running dry as panic overwhelmed her at losing her wedding ring which wa

This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me. In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.

"Careful, Rain. Or should I say… Penelope?" I froze mid-step and turned to her. "What did you just call me?" She pulled a photo from her clutch and handed it to me. My hands trembled as I looked at the image. It was of me—wrapped in the arms of a man who looked strikingly similar to Alex, both of us laughing and carefree. "This isn’t real," I whispered, my voice shaky. "See to believe," Gwen said with a smirk before sauntering away. I clutched the photo, my heart pounding. Who was Penelope? And why did she look exactly like me?

He tried to reach out to Penelope's hand but she dodged him. Penelope suddenly gritted her teeth while glancing at everyone. She got embarrassed, I believed. "Let's settle this in the apartment once and for all," she said back before she hops into the car and took off. As soon as Penelope disappeared from the party, Aiden also hops onto the bike and followed Penelope, leaving me alone, glancing at everyone's curious faces, including Karen. If not because Conrad lending me his car keys and whispering that I must follow Penelope and Aiden, my wolf could have stayed there until everyone disappeared.

" I asked. I knew what he was thinking, and I didn't want him to articulate it. Raegon just shook his head. "What are you doing here?" I asked him again with my lower, calming voice. "Are you running again?" I added. "Of course, Where else could I hide? Except in your house full of beers," he says and chortles. "You problematic asshole. You should start looking for a girlfriend so you can hide her house, not mine." I glared at him. "Maybe you can call Mira for me, Helsey." Reagon smirked at me.