Rival Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Badaire Coman had never seen such a poor woman before. Why are you so jealous at home when you can even spare your life for others while you are outside. "Don't you even know how to resist" "I resisted, "Penelope said solemnly." I also resisted today. I pinched Cooper several times So, do you want to say that this time, you also hurt the other party Penelope chuckled and said, "That's not true. Cooper and I have a huge difference in strength. He handles me like he handles a chick, so I didn't really have the upper hand this time. Now, thinking about it, being too thin is really not a good thing

Lucian. Scarlett had deliberately asked me to reject her in the presence of Stasia because she knew I couldn't. She wanted to hurt Stasia. I knew it was normal for her to feel jealous of Stasia. Scarlett was my fated mate after all; the mate bond compels her to, but that was low of her. She, of all people, knows that I feel nothing for her, yet she had to stir shit up. It took a lot of effort to bring Stasia to live with me, and I knew I would have hell to pay. Clay and Maxwell would be livid that I let Stasia come stay with me. My wolf, Tiger, was already giving me a tough time about it. He wanted Scarlett, but I could not accept a tainted whore as my mate. I did not know why the moon godde

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

Once the dinner was cleared away, Penelope stood tall, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. The air around her seemed to pleasurable as she surveyed her prisoners—Brandon and Britney, both bound by her twisted desires. "I know you want Brandon happy," Penelope said, as if speaking to a dear friend, "I'm the one who can give him everything he deserves. Give us your blessing, Brit. You're like the sister I never had."

She had a wickedly sweet smile as she walked out and I knew she was up to no good. Mrs. Avery is a very manipulative woman. She can even make best friends turn enemies and business partners rivals. I have seen that happen before. It makes me question if our love would stand through the storm she was brewing. I love him way too much and it helped that he loved me just as much. This reminder reduced my doubts and fears a little.

Ashlyn moved to walk past them. "What brings you to Sparkle & Shine?" Penelope's eyes glittered with suspicion. Jonathan appeared, as if summoned. "Ah, Mrs. Walker. The meeting went well?" "Mrs. Walker?" Christopher choked. "You work here?" Penelope's voice rose an octave. "I wouldn't say work..." Jonathan smiled mysteriously. "It's more accurate to say—" "She's useless!" Penelope snapped. "Whatever game you're playing, involving her in our rivalry is beneath you."

Not even like an enemy. Like I was a piece he wanted to move on his board. And I hated that more than anything. Because it meant he wasn’t done with us. Not by a long shot. A little Cliffhanger cuties😉: Later that night, as Rival finally closes her eyes, she hears it again — three slow, deliberate taps and rival angrily stands up to go check.... muttering to herself, whatever this bastard came for it better be good.

Each sketch was a small rebellion against the voice that had whispered for years that her dreams were selfish, impractical, and beneath her station as a Rourke wife. "These are beautiful," Clara said during one of her visits, lifting a drawing of a woman in a wind-swept dress. Her short brown hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the guest room window, and Angela noticed how her friend's green eyes had developed fine lines from squinting at legal documents and computer screens. "You should have never stopped."

She paused raising a brow at me. I didn't care to give her an answer, I just scowled at her. Her lips widened into a sardonic smile," You know me so well my dear, Penelope." I gave her a knowing look, I had gone past the stage of believing that this woman would ever care about me.

Yes, he had apologized for being a huge jerk to me before I moved to London with my family and he wanted to make it up to me but I still wasn’t fully sure that this wasn’t one of Tyler’s schemes. "Okay," Mrs Jacobs announced as she faced the class and folded her arms across her chest. "Volunteers to the board. Noah, Diego and Mary." I let out a sigh as I grabbed my calculator from my desk and got up from my seat while Noah, who was removing books from his bag, said, "Uh, I didn't volunteer." "You did now," she replied as I walked over to the board and she handed me a marker when I got to her. “It’s great to have you back Mary.”