Misconduct Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Penelope narrowed her eyes at him with her lips curved upward, making her seem mischievous and dangerous to Quinlan. "A mask? And then you talk about spicing up their sexual activities when you weren't even asked?" Quinlan put his hands on his waist and then shook his head at her, "Christ, you're unbelievable." "What kind of unbelievable?" Penelope feigned innocence. "Telling them you're a whore by your behavior." "Oh, so this is what it is about?" "You humiliated me and that is unacceptable." "I doubt I did," Penelope rolled her eyes and stared at her fingers which she had polished black that morning.

By blending fact with fiction, she aimed to make it look like Vincent was a heartless person. These words, when said to anyone, would make them think Vincent was a scoundrel! And Jackson was the perfect witness. Penelope smirked. “Forget it. If I had known you were so cold-hearted, I wouldn’t have been deceived by your love. Simon, I wish you and Emily happiness. I hope Emily doesn’t follow in my footsteps and end up abandoned.” Penelope struggled to her feet, placing the hairpin on the coffee table and leaving the Hilton lobby in a daze. The impact from the fall had left her in pain, hunched over, her hands on her abdomen, walking painfully and awkwardly.

" Fiona was stunned when she heard Penelope's accusations. She completely twisted the truth! Fiona never thought that there was another woman more two-faced than Jessica. She couldn't help but burst into applause. "If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would have almost believed you! Hey, old hag! Do you always twist the truth by manipulating your words?" "Who are you calling an old hag!" Penelope exploded. She hated people insulting her, especially regarding her age. Her face red with anger, Penelope took several deep breaths. She pointed a trembling finger at Fiona, then at Larissa. "Are you hanging around unruly people like her? I spent so much money sending you to college, and you

“Say what you came to say and get out." Three years. That’s how long Penelope had been my father’s widow. Three years of her showing motherly concern, but I could see her desperate attempts to claw her way into power. At first, I let her live because she was harmless. Now? My claws unsheathed slightly, puncturing the armrest. Now she’s overstepping… "That creature doesn’t belong here Damon!" Penelope strode forward, slamming her palms on my desk. “Take the pup from her and throw her back to the gutter she crawled from!"