Rival Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

“Yes, Darius and I were childhood friends. I am very happy to see that he has a strong woman by his side.” Larissa's emerald eyes flickered with complicated emotions when she turned to her mother-in-law. Anna smiled because her suspicions were correct about Penelope wanting to use her daughter-in-law to deal with her. However, the longer she stared at the woman next to her, the more she was struck by her peerless beauty. Larissa's facial features were sharp and well-defined, and her blonde hair was long and shiny making her look like a goddess. She finally understood that she could never compete with such a person with the added advantage of being a dominant wolf. Penelope sneered at her com

And again. Penelope. Her ally. Her friend. Her co-conspirator. Vivienne had looked her straight in the eyes. And Penelope had walked away. Isolde didn’t knock. She stormed through the side entrance of the brownstone where Penelope kept her private apartment, an unassuming façade in Gramercy Park, charmingly deceptive, much like the woman herself. Penelope sat barefoot on her windowsill, wine in hand, as if expecting her. “You watched it,” she said simply, turning her head but not rising.

I nodded, turning my attention to my mate. "Penelope Hawkins, Third born of the Hawkins house, warrior of the Bloodstone pack, and niece of the former King and Queen of Gardenia. Do you accept the rules of this challenge? That you must fight to the death to claim the crown?" Delmira's head snapped to Penelope. A few people whispered in awe and shock as I reviewed who Penelope really was beyond my mate. She looked me straight in the eye, her voice remaining strong despite the flicker of fear I saw in her eyes.

Elena’s POV The hotel lobby smelled like expensive perfume and polished wood. Everything looked perfect and rich. I felt out of place. I held my small black clutch tightly. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. I was Elena Montgomery. I organized charity events. I made sure flowers matched tablecloths. I was a respectable wife. I did not do things like this. I didn't book "services" from apps. But then I remembered the scent of jasmine perfume on Mark’s shirt. I remembered him calling me stagnant.

Alice bowed her head obediently and admitted her mistake, "Yes, aunt Ophelia!" If it weren’t for the housekeeper, Alice’s first cousin who was once removed from the family, she would not even have the chance to work there. However, she didn’t think that she did anything wrong. She knew that Jean Mitchell was a celebrity who had a bad reputation in the entertainment industry. ‘If a woman like her can become Mr. Mann’s woman, why can’t I?’ Ever since she laid her eyes on Etan a year ago, she had been completely falling head over heels for him.

I think it should be renovated Or rather she can come live with me I'll tell her maybe tomorrow.. for now I need to see Max At the Penelope's manison ⛪ Getting into the manison was sure not easy The securities is really tight...the walk from the gate for the manison was f***king long I stopped to caught my breath before knocking on the door "Op...gud afternoon miss"a young pretty lady said She held a can of water in her hand staring at me curiously with her black eye balls

Duke Harry asks. "Sir, I merely ran some errands," he explained, and Duke Harry simply nodded. "Penelope, this is my vice captain, Aiden Greyson, from the Count's Grayson Chamber," Duke Harry remarked, and Penelope nodded. "So you're Lady Penelope?" Aiden asks. "Yes, I am," Penelope replied enthusiastically. "It is a pleasure to meet you, milady," Aiden remarked, before bowing and kissing Penelope's hand in front of Duke Harry.

The wolfsbane had taken hold of my body, and with every movement, a wave of excruciating pain shot through me. I was really dying. It took hours before I regained some strength. Just as I got into bed and was about to sleep, Simon barged in. Flanking a crying Laila, Mom and Dad hurried after him. "Zora, you promised to give Laila your thesis. How could you collude with others and accuse your sister of plagiarism?" Simon questioned, his eyes thick with disappointment. "Zora, I understand that you're upset about me borrowing your thesis." Laila sobbed. "But how could you ask your supervisor to publicly criticize me online? I've been swarmed with insults! You're so cruel!"

The kind of place where people wore tailored coats and pretended their cold brews were personality traits. Hilda slid into the seat across from me without saying a word. Her coat was sharp-shouldered and probably custom. Her nails were freshly done, black with tiny silver lines—like daggers that could also sign contracts. She didn’t smile. Didn’t even fake one. Just raised a perfectly sculpted brow like I was a pop quiz she already knew the answers to. “Cameron,” she said finally, drawing my name out like a cigarette drag. “I was curious how far you’d go.”

Goblins, for one, have Guûrniett while the Dwarves have Mæviς. Ellaine held her money tightly. She bet her necklace which was still around her neck that thieves were no stranger in this world. She went inside a café with a fascinating wooden sculpture of a woman in front. Right in front of the door was the counter and at left side were three round tables for four people. The table at the back was occupied by a Leprechaun couple with their table heavy with beer. The middle table was occupied by a lone cowboy silent with eyes on her. The aroma of grilled meat, coffee, and spices teased her nostrils.