Hideaway Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Stowaway. Chapter Eleven. Zoe's point of view. "Or no panties," He says with a cheeky wink! And a devilish glint in his eyes as he leaves the room. When he comes back, I write down a list of everything I need Aiden laughs as I blush writing down my bra size I hand over the list as Aiden asks. "What about toiletries? Anything you need?" I smile as I reply amazed this man is so thoughtful. "No just some conditioner for my hair."

"It has to be a hell of a slutty to die well on the eve of your wedding... Not to mention that you haven't even taken advantage of the body of that handsome prostitute yet.” I clear my throat and recommend Hunter with a movement of the chin. Penelope slowly turns, and narrows her eyes, looking short-sighted. As soon as she glimps Hunter's figure, she lets out a malicious giggle. "You're here, man! I thought I had lost you in the boarding room "she crosses her legs and leans forward, covering her mouth with her hands as if she wanted to tell Hunter a secret. The sound of your voice sounds muffled, but quite audible even with the taxiing movement of the jet. "You already know that no matter ho

Do you also insist on your own views and refuse to give Kim and Eric a way to survive Penelope looked away and didn't respond. Badaire Coman sneered and said, "I said it, but Penelope said it doesn't count. I am the head of our family Jonas Evans Curling Eyebrow: There are some things I didn't want to say, but now it seems there's no other way. Penelope, Mr. Coman, I have a secret related to you. If this secret is exposed, not only Penelope's mother and Mr. Coman's father will be involved, but you will also get divorced. So... if you are willing to spare Kim and Eric this time, then I am willing to take this secret to the grave and never let you We know

I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me. “You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.” Everyone froze. That voice. I turned my head toward the doorway. Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.

“Now.” “Gladly,” Penelope whispered softly, sniffing. “This is the last time I’ll step foot in this mausoleum,” she turned away. “Don’t expect anything when you come crawling back,” his eyes were already flashing with fury. She paused by the doorway, but didn’t look back.

Scolding herself mentally for thinking I'll if her brother, Thea gazed at Penelope ramming her brains for a change to the topic. "So, Penn where have you been all along? And how did you locate ms. I thought I had hidden well, it's such a shame that someone found me without struggles. " With a smirk, Penelope spoke teasingly " What do you think? You know me right? I am a free spirit, I have been traveling, exploring new places, and meeting new people. Why are so straightforward? Of course, you have hidden hard. You don't know how much I struggled to get dear your brother to spill your location. I had to beg him for a whole week. "

“Open it.” Her stomach dropped into her feet. Her fingers unzipped slowly, every movement deliberate. The light from the torch skimmed over the pile of clothes, blankets, and finally… nothing unusual was detected. Darkbone had done his part. Aiden’s small, sleeping form remained hidden beneath layers of protection. “Clean,” one officer said. The others nodded. No suspicion. Nothing to see here. Penelope exhaled silently, a tiny laugh escaping her lips. “Thank God for small mercies,” she whispered. Her fingers brushed over her chest as if to calm her own frantic heartbeat. She rolled up the window and drove into the estate gates, which opened automatically as if welcoming her in.

The lad was heavily built, and his perpetually hardened face didn't deny the fact that he was good-looking with his sand-blonde hair packed up in a ponytail. Penelope didn't mind the looks she was receiving from the few people gathered in the temple. She was well known for her whoredom at the pleasure house. Even Quinlan's parents had their jaws touching the floor, they certainly didn't expect their only child to take her for a wife. It was as if they could barely believe their eyes. Whispers were going around from his friends and even Alpha Kieran appeared confused for a second. "Isn't that the biggest town's whore? Penelope Ravenscourt, widely known for working at the pleasure house for th

Justin nodded and replied “It’s pretty much as we feared. Serena could never win mother of the year. The whole time he’s been watching her she’s spent getting high, being high, or getting drunk. The problem here gentlemen is that there is no way that Stacia contained this situation on her own. There has, to be someone she trusted to keep her secret. Because this woman still continues to receive money to support her habits and Stacia’s been dead for two years.” It was Nicolas the youngest Denae who said “Follow the money. It will lead back to something or someone.” Justin nodded and sighed as he said, “We already thought of that angle and looked into it, the problem is, the money led right b

“This is the life, Caroline. You, here, surrounded by all this luxury—this is who you are. Why are you hiding it from Knoxx?” Her words catch me off guard, and I stop mid-sip, the bubbly drink suddenly feeling heavy in my hand. I set the glass down, brushing my fingers over a crocodile-skin bag that I don’t even want. “I’m not hiding anything,” I reply quietly, though the conviction in my voice wavers. “He just doesn’t care enough to see it.” Penelope’s carefree expression fades, replaced by a look of genuine concern. She sits beside me, her warmth radiating as she searches my face for answers. “Why do you stay with him? Why are you putting yourself through this?”