Misconduct Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Olivia asked with a probing look. At that moment, Penelope burst out laughing as if she were mocking Olivia. "You're really stupid, Oliv," Penelope exclaimed. "How could I possibly shoot you sleeping with a mob boss? You think I'm that good at setting you two up? Come on, admit it, you went and seduced young Mr. Sanders, didn't you?" asked Penelope. "Watch your language. How could I flirt with someone I don't recognize at all?" Olivia said it with annoyance.

She even added a little laugh, light and practiced, like we were old sorority sisters catching up over mimosas. Savannah didn’t flinch. “Still doesn’t erase what the internet knows,” she bit back, her words chilling the air between us. “You’re a disgraced lawyer who fucked up a case and ended up blacklisted. Nothing you say or do will ever change that. To me.” This time, there was no saving it. No quick recovery. I watched the smile die on Penelope’s lips, not all at once but slowly, like something being stripped away piece by piece until there was nothing left but the truth underneath, and the truth was not pretty.

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

Lance said, "Penelope has lived this long. She's probably seen every kind of situation and heard every kind of insult. As a kind-hearted person, a few harsh words likely don't bother her at all." "How can that be? Penelope was doing charity work and was called a 'old beggar.' She's a respected philanthropist—what is Velda compared to her?" Priscilla realized she'd used coarse language and awkwardly added, "Velda is so rude. I wonder how Gloria manages the Bloodmoon Pack."

"Which you should do more often. How else are you going to find out what happens in this city? Anyway, Penelope is a notorious gossip. If she sniffs a story somewhere, best believe she will get to the bottom of it. You know, she was the one who exposed Henry’s affair with that Whitefield slut. She called it a ‘grand entanglement worthy of being praised as the affair of the decade’. Oh look, she’s going over to talk to your brother. I just knew the little snake couldn’t keep her hands off him." "I’m sure it’s nothing," Cassy said, watching the pretty young lady approach Jonathan. Of course Penelope would approach him. He was handsome, and reasonably wealthy, and there was no way either he or

“I just want someone to tell me what I’m doing wrong and help me fix it so I can be better for us than go and cheat on me and expect me to stay. Or just make it plain you do not want me. That’s never going to happen. Like Satan never going to heaven again, yeah, that’s me not getting back with your cheating lying ass.” “Well I sense a tension building from this topic so let’s talk about you,” William changed the subject. “I’m just like how you see me, which is love getting on your nerves, making others happy, taking photos, writing, editing, cooking and spending quality time with Amber,” she replied. “I don’t know if I’m the blind one that in the end scooby doo is always right.” “Scooby Doo

“I don’t know what you have done to my daughter ,but whatever that it is it better be good,you witches are demons and are supposed to be killed “ the woman said . “ I'm just 18 and I mean no harm ,I know that the humans and werewolves hate my kind but that doesn’t mean that I am harmful ,if you don’t want me staying I can leave “ Penelope said and immediately the girl walked in ,it seemed she had been listening to all their discussion . “ Mom, why don’t you want me to be happy ?” She asked with tears in her eyes . “ I never meant that darling ,I was just addressing her '' her mom pleases . Penelope watched them and began to read deep into their mind and she knew that the girl loved her ,bu

It was funny that she had such a calming effect on me when she was the reason for the tempest that stirred my mind in the first place. I couldn't even recall the first time I met her or how she became so important to my existence. She was nothing but trouble. Was she even from Mountbatten? It was possible her real name wasn't Penelope Petrova. There were no records of any Petrova family in Mountbatten except for a retired clergyman whose two daughters were married a decade ago.