Rival Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

“That ship sailed long ago.” I tilted my head again, faintly. “Then what do you want from him?” Penelope’s lips twitched into something between a smile and a snarl. “His name. His position. The future I was promised. I don’t care who he flirts with, or who he stumbles into bed with—” she leaned in, voice suddenly low, “—but I do care if someone tries to replace me.” She paused. Then, her tone cooled into ice. “I don’t mind competition, Raine. But if someone stands in my way—gets too close, starts thinking they can take what’s mine…”

Maybe she's copping onto him. My mom and Jack were getting on well together, laughing and chatting while standing in the garden having some wine. My father on the other hand seemed to be avoiding him like the plague since I introduced them a couple of hours ago. He didn't like him — that much was clear. I turned my head when I heard Penelope's laugh. She was looking cute in a little white lace sundress and matching hat. She was happy — probably happiest the most when she had his attention.

a tall woman in traditional dance attire commented. Danice glanced at her and froze. She recognized the tall woman. Isn’t she… Penelope, the one famous for her electrifying dance skills, called the Madonna of her time?! Danice’s eyes brightened. She wasn’t particularly interested in the dance industry, but because of Yvette, she couldn’t help knowing a lot about it. Naturally, she’d heard of Penelope, though Penelope wouldn’t become famous until years later. What Danice admired most was that Penelope had once stood up to Yvette. Even though she hadn’t won in the end, Danice still respected her.

' Thea thought silently while on the outside, she was smiling from ear to early at Penn playing the 'I am good host card' Up to this point, Penelope's expression was ghastly, but she couldn't do anything either. On the outside, Thea appeared to be a good friend who wanted to be forgiven and it was only fair if Penelope accepted the food to show that she was willing to forgive. Looking at the situation literally, nothing was wrong but in an actual sense, everything was wrong. Thea was intentionally punishing Penelope and she was taking advantage of the fact that she was stupid to execute her revenge, that way, no one could suspect her intentions, and the least of them all, Penelope.

So why is her ex-husband the very first person to sprint down here and smash a man to pieces for touching her? Eliora comes sprinting down the ramp a second later. Her heels click frantically against the stones. She bypasses the men entirely and grabs Penelope by the shoulders. “Are you alright? Did he touch you?” Penelope does not even blink. She shrugs Eliora’s hands off her leather jacket with a cold, slow tilt of her chin. “I am perfectly fine.” She is not lying. She does not have a single scratch on her. With her level of combat training, a low-rank Alpha like Lucas could not even touch a hair on her head before she took his eyes out.

He was ninety years old. I’m sitting in my parlor waiting for an update from Rogue and having a sip of Cachaca when Penelope walks in. She looks beautiful with her string floral, flannel romper. Her long, firm pale legs and slim body look tempting. Clearing my throat, I take another swig of my drink in hopes of calming my libido. For christ’s sake, she’s a child, and I have to keep reminding myself of this matter.

“You're blind if you actually believe that. There was no difference between Dahlia and I.” I turned to her fully. “You are both different.” “She was my twin!” Penelope’s voice rose, breaking the air between us. “Same womb, same face. So we’re a lot more alike than you’ll ever admit.” Her tone softened, but it only made it worse. “Sometimes I wonder how you do it.” “Do what?” She didn’t blink. “Look at me and not see her staring right back at you.” Silence stretched as the clock ticked behind us.

I mean he was not a gentleman but he surely doesn't have a thing for beating up a liability. " I refuse Captain for I may mistakenly put her in a coma" he sneered and the others laughed at his joke . Penelope frowned as her wolf growled in anger while clawing everywhere to be out. " Just be careful, now start " He ordered Everyone cleared out and formed a circle where the duel will be taking place. Penelope and Jason stood facing each other with a few meters between them. As soon as the whistle was blown, Jason sprinted towards her in fury for his ego and slammed her down on the floor and the crowd winced at the sound it made while Penelope was shocked because she didn't expect him to come s

All eyes were on the King’s Blood necklace—the diamonds were so bright they seemed to pull all the light in the room toward me. Penelope couldn't stand it. I watched her grip tighten on her glass of red wine. Her face, which had been carefully painted to look innocent and "soft," was starting to twitch. She had spent her life thinking she had won because she stole Arthur. Now, she realized that while she had taken my leftovers, I had taken the entire table. She let go of Arthur’s arm and started walking toward us. She forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Scarlett!" she called out. Her voice was too loud, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I was so worried about you aft

I had to admit, Ruby possessed extraordinary beauty—more so than Penelope, with her long black curls, flawless porcelain skin and amber eyes. Beauty meant nothing. Power was everything. And Penelope’s Moon Goddess bloodline represented power in its purest form. “You need to be quiet,” I said curtly. “We’ll never track anything with you talking incessantly.” Ruby didn’t seem offended. Instead, she moved closer, trailing her fingers along my arm. “You know, I’ve heard you’re courting Penelope,” she said, her voice dropping to a silky register. “Such an…interesting choice.” “What does that mean?” I demanded, jerking my arm away.