Kill Switch Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

This wasn't an administrative office; it was the absolute core of the empire, a reinforced chamber hidden behind a four-ton titanium blast door that could only be unlatched with Penelope’s digital thumbprint profile. Penelope sat in a high-backed leather chair at the small central desk, her long silver hair falling past her waist in smooth, glossy waves. She wore a simple charcoal silk blouse, her posture perfectly straight and regal. Her deep indigo eyes were calm, but beneath her ivory skin, her pulse carried a steady, curious focus as she watched Donald break the wax seal on a heavy steel box.

I apologized, and then noticed her face went extremely pale as she dropped the glass of water. “Why are you asking such a question?” Penelope asked, looking a bit stiff, and baffled. Although, I didn’t expect her to freak out that much, but I guess it wasn’t really something she expected me to ask. “You know. Derek who tried to kill me, was sent by someone. So, I just got curious to ask if the person probably got to you first, but you shunned the person, and gave them a piece of your mind, because I know you’ll always fight for me.” I answered, giving her this cute, apologetic look.

Christopher kept signalling his son to shut up but Killian ignored his father’s warning and went on. “Actually, why don’t you do us a favour… Why don’t you send that woman… What’s her name...Ah! Penelope… I heard she’s good with hacking and other stuff!... You know what I mean!” he said with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

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 was Haven Kenway, and I would not let some stupid, twelve-year-old boy get to me. I grabbed my favorite pencil — one of the good ones, the kind with the type of eraser that didn’t leave annoying streaks on the paper — and I sharpened it with my handheld sharpener until it was as pointy as possible. My pencils always had to be sharp. I couldn’t stand dull pencils. I then took out a piece of my nice, crisp, white paper with perfect blue lines, and wrote back to my pen pal who didn’t want me.

“The doctors helped me.” “Which doctors?” Penelope moved closer, her heels clicking like gunshots on the tiled floor. She leaned down, pushing her face right into mine. “Name one, Vivian. Just one doctor from your childhood.” “Stop it,” I whispered, pulling back. “Name them!” Penelope slammed her glass onto the table. The champagne spilled over, soaking the white tablecloth. “Penelope, please,” Eleanor said softly, but she didn’t look angry. She looked amused. She was watching me break. “Let the girl speak. Unless, of course, she has nothing to say.”

" Do you think this is going to work?" Sheila asked staring at her father. Penelope stared at James for quite a while, " How can you sign away years of labour? Are you nuts?!" she yelled " He has us in his palms. Hawkins knows everything, down to the last bank accounts." he replied Sheila stared at the television. " Do you think she is still alive?" Penelope shakes her head, " After all this while, why does that bitch need to come at us now!"

When that happened, Eve planned to eliminate her as well, along with her baby. Meanwhile, Sam was filled with joy; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He was in his room using the bathroom when he heard the bedroom door open and slam shut. He wanted to shout out to see who it was, but as soon as he tried, he froze upon hearing her voice. Penelope and Niclas. He listened to their argument, and every single word overwhelmed him, and he recorded it all. He couldn’t believe his ears. Penelope was sent here to kill Silvio, and she was pregnant, also the missing daughter of one of the mafia elders. It shocked him, and he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Penelope barked out angrily, “Stay away from him if not I’ll blast his head off. I don’t mind killing him. I’ll kill him and kill myself. You’d be mine either alive or dead. You will always be mine in every way.” She snarled hard. “Think about it, Adonis doesn’t want you to be like this. He doesn’t-“ Lola starts again. “Miss Penelope, please put down the gun and let go.” One of the officers piped up and she chuckled bitterly.

Lean-in-like-he’s-about-to-launch-a-k-drama-kiss-scene. His face was too close. My brain bluescreened. I could practically hear the Windows shutdown sound. Out of instinct—and maybe pure self-defense—I grabbed the remote off his desk and smashed the button like I was defusing a bomb. The privacy tint activated instantly, darkening the glass walls and shutting out the peanut gallery like the drama version of “closing tabs.” “Too late,” I muttered. “The peanut gallery already thinks you proposed with doves and fireworks.” “Not a bad idea,” he mused.