Kill Switch Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Penelope already had a knife pressed to the throat of the older man from earlier, "you will use whatever poison killer you have left on my husband, and you will sew him up." The pack doctor put his hands akimbo as he looked at Penelope, quite astounded by her act of bravery. She didn't even look scared that five men were reaching out for their knives, daggers, or whatever they could find. "This isn't a pack hospital, is it? You let noblemen die and serve them to whatever gods you serve. This is a cult," she bit out, still holding up the knife to the trembling man's throat. It didn't matter, Quinlan was the only important person in the ward.

"The cops and your family and friends would assume you have gone missing. But none of them will ever know you're here, sculpted!" Still on the floor, Cole furrowed his eyes and gulped his trepidation, "Woman, have you lost your mind? What are you talking about? And what have I done to get killed and turned into a sculpture?" "You didn't just ask that, dick head!" She simpered maliciously and looked around. Her eyes locked with the sculpting tools. Penelope grasped a chisel from the table and prowled towards him. "You want to know why I want to kill you? Do you really?" She sat on her haunches in those five inch heels in front of Cole while pressing the cutting edge right at his jugular vein.

The boy begs but the Prime Minister took out a jeweled dagger. "And I chose not." The prime minister said just as he dug the knife into the boy chest, removed it and plunged it in again. Penelope couldn't control her gasp of shock, she was heard and when they look towards her direction, she stood up and took off in a dead sprint, ignoring her pain, she could feel the pain if she was alive, she wouldn't be alive if she had remained there and the man next words confirmed the conclusion she had just arrived at. "Kill that Urchin!"

Chapter 11: The Judas Clause The air in the place, which was once a sign of freedom, now felt heavy and bad. Julian stood over the coffee table made of wood from the beach, his gun down but his body still tense, as Penelope fell onto a sofa made of woven rattan. The small silver thing she held called a flash drive was a piece of hope in a world that had become very dark. "Penelope if Silas finds out you are here he will hurt you along with us " Julian said, his voice low and serious.

“Don’t misquote me, young lady. I didn’t say he murdered his wife. I said he was responsible for her death.” “Same difference,” Kate insisted and Penelope simply shrugged non-chalantly. “I’ll give you one free piece of advice though, woman to woman,” said Penelope. “Never give Tony a reason to be jealous. That was Agnes’ crime.” “I don’t understand,” said Kate. “Of course, you don’t,” Penelope said impatiently. “I’m done with this ridiculous conversation. I want to be left alone.” They both heard the sound of dry sticks breaking and they turned at the same time to look. They saw Athena approaching, looking stunning even in the darkening atmosphere.

You said you weren't scared but right now I can feel your heart throbbing so hard against your chest, I can hear the noise of it, I can feel your fear, " Declan said walking around her. Penelope tried to hid it but none of it was working, it was just as if she was already doomed. "I planned on Killing you at first because nothing would give me more joy than seeing you dead, but on a second note I know that's wrong, am not going to kill you but instead am going to make you my sex slave and you will satisfy my sexual urges anytime and any day I want it without complaint if you do not do it, I will have no choice but to kill your friend that's here, "he said and just immediately cate was dragge

The question felt like a finger clicking the play button in my memory, tracing back to how I found her with the knife in her guts. Thanks to my nightmare, the memory was fresh…like it happened yesterday. “Suicide,” I blurted, earning a sharp glance from her. “Giselle killed herself”. Penelope said nothing. She just remained in my arms, blankly staring at the grave. Zephyrs ears clocked movements around. Not one, not two. I dropped the umbrella and grabbed Penelope's wrist. “Stay close. We're not alone,”

But they also knew that malicious gossips like this were too much. It was like they had forgotten who saved their lives five years ago. “On a side note, actually, I would be thrilled if I heard the Duchess had a new man,” Penelope held her anger and sadness. Her trembling words gave a chill throughout the room. “A man, a boyfriend, a boy toy, a gigolo, anything. I would cheer for her to move on.” “If you see her now, she is heartbreaking, and all she wears is a black dress. The love of her life died to save the world, and all she could do was mourn. But this is what you lot are doing behind her back,” Penelope was seething with rage.

"As long as you hide it well, you can live happily forever. Milton's deaf. He won't notice." When they mentioned my name, the smile on Penelope's face froze. Her expression turned icy in an instant.

“Because for the first time… someone challenged the story. And that means the story needs a new narrator.” She turned her back. The screen flashed: Ready to transmit… But before she could press the final command A flash of metal flew from behind. A knife. It embedded itself in the monitor’s power module. Sparks erupted. Smoke. Broadcast: INTERRUPTED. The woman spun around, fury twisting her perfect features. And behind her, in the hallway Penelope. Hair wet from the rain. Eyes like gunmetal. “You always forget the stagehands,” she said. The smoke curled across the ruined monitor like a shroud.