Kill Switch Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Just then, Eugene's eyes landed on the coffee table beside him. There it was—the doll with a name tag reading "Jacklyn" sewn onto it, sitting out in the open before Penelope had a chance to hide it. His eyes went wide. He lunged forward and snatched it up. "What the hell is this? You already got Jackie killed. Now you're trying to curse her, too?" Eugene shot Penelope a glare sharp enough to cut glass. He ripped the scissors from the doll and hurled them to the floor. They hit with a harsh, metallic thud.

“Penelope, you poured that wine on yourself. Stop trying to pin your drama on me just to get me thrown out.” “You lie!” Penelope shouted, her fake tears flowing again. Anna tilted her head, arms folded. “Which part did I lie about? Was it the part where you ruined my marriage? Or the part where you poisoned your own family and almost killed your son? Or maybe… the part where you killed your ex-husband?” The entire hall gasped. Penelope’s jaw dropped. Her tears stopped instantly. “I did not kill Williams!” she barked, her face pale. “You did,” Anna said softly, almost smiling. “You killed him slowly.”

She quickly felt dizzy and eventually lost consciousness. Penelope took her notepad and let out a frustrated moan. She wrote, "D was at the Auditorium when Igor Paulson was murdered and seemed to have been kidnapped by a black van without plates" "pshh... Igor Paulson is alive the killer missed his attack... pshh" Penelope's walky-talky proclaimed. "pshh... To all, prepare ambulance arrival!" it added.

“But it seems I’ve found something far more interesting. Do you think the board of directors would like to see this? Or perhaps Mr. Chen Sr.? I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know his son is carrying on with a married assistant.” She lowered her phone, but Kayla could see the gleam in her eyes—the same inquisitive, unsettling look she’d had since the day they’d met. Mrs. Penelope had been quiet, almost invisible, for weeks. But now it was clear—she’d been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Liam stepped in front of Kayla, his face hardening into a mask of anger. “Delete it,” he said. “Now.” Mrs. Penelope smiled—a small, cold smile that made Kayla’s blood run cold. “I don’t think

Clearly he hasn't changed one bit. Mason braced a hand on his hip."I can explain, this isn't what it looks like." I turned my back to him and walked into the bedroom. Penelope was still resting peacefully in her new stroller that Mason had bought a day earlier. When I walked back out of the room with baby in arms, the blonde woman had gone. Mason was walking back from the door of the hotel suite."That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time."

“Unfortunately Mr. Stefan she wouldn’t be able to receive you at this moment. But if you leave a phone number I could forward that to her.” He hadn’t expected it to be easy. He left his number knowing that his plans to leave Port the next day would have to wait. He didn’t know what he wanted but he just might get something from Penelope Quinn. He left the complex and out of curiosity went to the state library and looked up her name. Penelope Quinn. Once known as Penelope Nowak. There were images of her from as far as 8 and 9 years ago and he found himself captivated by her beauty. She had a dark feminine beauty but her eyes were brightly intelligent, holding a mischievous glint in them. Her

I felt so stupid for allowing her use me like a pawn in a chess game, I also felt some sort of admiration for her because it must take tremendous skill to be a different person every year and I felt that wave of nostalgia, knowing that I had actually known this person and had communicated with this person like a friend. "Have you traced her to her current apartment? " "No traces of her Sir" "It makes a lot of sense why she never had any neighbors now. It really does make a lot of sense" I said in deep reflection. Then it hit me! Penelope's dog! Surely, no one would buy a dog simply for the fun of it or simply to use it as some form of disguise right? "Penelope had a dog, it was a Pomeranian.

“Besides, I have been dying to ask. Who the hell is Beth?” Killian’s expression turned solemn as he glared at Penelope. “Never speak of the name again!” In hurried steps, Killian wrapped a hand around her neck. His eyes looked menacing. “Can’t breathe.” Penelope struggled out, holding her hands on his to ease the hold. Something flashed in Killian’s eyes and he withdrew his hand. Penelope coughed and rubbed on her neck. She watched him enter the car and slammed the door to the driver’s seat. He punched the staring wheel and screamed but the noise was muffled due to the shut car windows. The horns flared angrily, frightening her.

"I'm so good! I can't believe it! My plan was a success! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Yes, you all heard it right. Everything that happened earlier was Clark's plan. He set up that robbery stunt. He was the one who got Penelope's paper bags while I waited for him to hand me the paper bags. And when he did, I jogged towards her to return them. "What? No, I won't" I refused Clark's suggestion. He suggested that I should make Penelope my subject. Because since she is famous, many people would love to read anything about her.

Christopher turned to Penelope in horror. "She's lying!" Penelope backed away. "I would never—" "The coffee," Christopher realized. "You insisted on bringing her coffee." "I was being nice!" "You were being careful," Jonathan corrected. "Cyanide is tricky to dose correctly." The crowd erupted in shocked whispers. "Security!" Steven White bellowed. But before the guards could move, Penelope pulled out a gun. "Nobody move!" Her hand shook. "I won't go down for this!" "Penelope," Christopher stepped toward her. "Put it down."