Kill Switch Penelope Douglas Summary Novels & Stories

he was finally defeated. [Meanwhile – Third person's POV] The pacing was not helping at all. Why? Why did she even tell her daughter that secret? She knew Anne couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and now she was about to go down, “and you finally disappointed me.” Penelope’s voice rang, “Your majesty, please forgive me, I will take the fall for this, it is my fault.” “Too late,” Penelope muttered before stringing her heart with a dagger, killing her.

“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.

“Aunt Penelope, save me!” The atmosphere turned thick and tense. I could feel Killian’s anger radiating from him. I reached out and placed my hand on his arm, feeling the tight muscle beneath his sleeve. “Killian, take it easy,” I said softly. Penelope swatted Killian’s arm, her elegant face twisting in disapproval. “Killian Roosevelt! Language! And don't you dare shout at this poor, devoted girl! She’s been nothing but gracious. Apologize at once!”

“Here.” Dominic read it without expression. Then he handed it to Penelope. I watched her face as she read Kelsey’s last words, anger replacing whatever sympathy might have been there. “She is still playing victim,” Penelope said. She set the note down like it was contaminated. “Still claiming to love her son after committing murder and helping kidnap a child.” “She chose the coward’s way out,” Dominic said. His voice was cold and flat. “Instead of facing what she did.”

Although Dorian didn't kill the lycan,at least the lesson he had thought him today would make him think twice in the future before addressing his mate with such disrespectful words. ×××××××××× Evening had already come and Penelope was still counting her stars on being let off from this place. She was currently crutched up on the largely sized bed by a corner with her legs held up and her head placed against her knee. All the while, thinking of how her mother was doing. The click sound of the door pulled her attention to the man who walked in. His expression was slightly hard when he came in but once he was in,it softened.

“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.

This was the consequence. This was what happened when you used people as escape—eventually the escape learned your name. “Delete it,” he repeated, controlled. Penelope’s smile softened into something colder. “You’re scared.” Dennis said nothing. She shrugged, unbothered, and tapped the screen. “It’s just a story,” she said lightly. “It’ll disappear.” Dennis lunged for the phone. Too late. The upload circle completed. Penelope rolled onto her side, satisfied. “There,” she murmured. “Now go back to being the guy who doesn’t care.”

I gritted out, staring down at this blue-suited princess, but his orbs were fixated on Penelope, I looked at her to see her staring at him with her coloured cheeks, flipping my jacket open to see whether my Glock was still stirring pretty there because I know it will come in handy. “Pascal, is that you?” Penelope stuttered standing up to greet him, stretching her hands out for him to shake but the motherfucker engulfed MY WIFE in a teddy bear hug, my blood started boiling, my fingers snaked up the gun and before I knew it, a resounding bang echoed in the silent room. “What? Why the fuck did you shoot him? Are you out of your head?” Penelope yelled with her eyes glued to the bleeding shoulder

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.

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.