Ben And Gwen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"How much dick did you take while I was gone?" I jerked the thing filling her again along with the addition of the back. Rena grimaced, "It hurts, Ben ...." "Where does it hurt that I know you're playing with my in-laws?" ***

he said and kissed me. "I want us to retire after this, Gwen," He linked me. "Marcus told me, and I am in agreement," I linked him back. We sat on the couch to watch some movies and wait for the evening news. The day went by, and nothing came up on the news. We knew it would be a bit too early, so It did not bother us. Barnes had left the meeting angry and determined to bring Benjamin down; Larry had assured us he was the only one that could do it.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

It was too bad she'd only ended up infertile after being played by one too many men. She had no choice but to pretend to have lung cancer to trick Benjamin into marrying me and having a child with me. They didn't expect Benjamin to stumble upon the truth, though. Gwen told me that Benjamin had lost his mind after I'd disappeared on our wedding day six months ago. He'd beaten Jennifer up and rendered her unconscious, even going so far as to disfigure her.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

He turned his neck and stared at the backseat. "What are you thinking about?" He asked. "Ben is taking Gwen out on Saturday. I know he's going to use her" "You said you never cared about her" Wilson said. "I don't care about her but, I'm touched by her story. I'm not going to let Ben lay a finger on her" he said.

Ben said with a hearty smile. ‘Don’t say it. Don’t say it.’ I muttered inwardly, trying to keep myself composed. But I could still feel it coming. It was like a boulder rolling downhill that could not be stopped, or a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. “Gwen and I have decided to get married,” Ben said with a wide smile, and I could feel my heart skip. He was about to raise a toast when suddenly his excitement was interrupted by my scream. “No!!!”

LENA’S POV Dinner was a success. It has not been long since I found out everything about my life and all, but I felt this surging, out-of-the-world love for Gwen. I would do everything for her without a second thought. Blood is indeed thicker than water. They left a few hours after dinner, not because they wanted to but because it was getting late and Gwen needed to rest for tomorrow. The duo are really in love with each other. It was really beautiful watching them bicker and giggle while they made their way to their car.

Okay, bitch, game on. “I’m sorry, what was your name?” “I’m Gwen, my father is Beta of Winter Solstice pack.” “Well Gwen, thank you for your concern but it’s unnecessary. No matter what, I’ll always be in Richie’s life. He is, after all, family.” She gives me a fake smile that looks like she just ate a tart lemon. “I’ll guess we’ll see about that.” She says before turning on her heel and walking away. What in the Goddess's name was that about?

And he wasn’t alone. Gwen stood in front of him, her hands expertly working on the fabric of the tie, looping it into an intricate knot. She looked like she had stepped straight out of the 70s dressed in a sunflower print pinafore mini dress and white gogo boots. Gwen was chattering animatedly as she worked on his tie. Brayden responded with quiet grunts and hums and he stared down at her. I stopped short in the doorway not sure if I should step in or just head back upstairs. There was something about this scene that made me feel like I didn’t belong here. There was a sort of easy camaraderie between the two of them.