Duncan X Gwen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Well, except for the gaze of the man burning holes through my head, I was fine. "I'm Damon. You caught my attention since the beginning of the show but I did not want to disturb you so I waited till the end of the show to approach you." I breathed out as if he was nervous to talk to me. Looking at him now, he had great looks. He was pretty handsome and he was taller than I am. Very well. But not as tall as…. Stop that right now, it thought. "Oh….. I… I'm not very good at this. My name is Gwen. I'm a fashion enthusiast that luckily got an invite to come to a great show like this one." I said to him and he laughed. He had a nice smile.

to the hearing of everyone. The audience turned and focused their attention on us in a confused manner. "Are you okay? What is wrong with you? " said Julia in a low but harsh tune. Everything was quiet for a while and the jazz music continued. "Layo should accompany Fetty. " said Peter. "But Emajay is her boyfriend and what's your problem if anyone accompanys her? " blurted Julia. "Will you prefer to accompany her instead? " she added. "Are you crazy? " asked Peter in a low tune ensuring the audience wasn't observing. Meanwhile, the audience were engrossed in the jazz music. Some were roaming about, exchanging pleasantries and meeting people. Peter and Julia were quarreling now so I pulled

"Pretend, Mr. Willis. One weekend." Duncan smiles. "Miss Jones, you're lucky that I'm not a gambling man. If I were, I'd need to verify that I'm right..." He leans down until our noses touch. "...about you being wet. And for the record, since we've been dating for five months, you should know that I'm rarely wrong."

Twilight paused at the word love and suddenly looked for someone. Twilight's eyes roamed, before they landed on Jerald who was leaning on the wall, his mouth open and closed, and beside him was the teen girl named Nicky. They seem to be conversing, though Jerald wasn't laughing, he looked happy. Twilight couldn't believe how quickly it was for the youngsters click it off. She nudged Gracea beside her and pointed to the two. “Let him. He's growing. The girl looked mesmerized by him anyway.” The latter shrugged it off, making Twilight chuckle. They both have completely forgotten that the girl they talked about was the same girl they were extremely suspicious of earlier on.

They both took a deep breath and fell on the bed. " I can't believe we had sex for an hour. It's amazing " Kathryn said with a sweet smile. " This has been the best sex we had since we got back together. Your sex skill improves every day " Marcus praised her and Kathryn didn't reply as she focused her gaze on the mirror. She remembered all that she had done and what she was still doing. Gwen doesn't know that she has been fooled by Kathryn. Gwen is so blinded by the love and trust she has in Kathy that she would never do anything to hurt her.

We were all seated in the departure lounge, waiting for my gate number to be announced. Gwen had not yet arrived, and the flight was scheduled for the next ten minutes. “She just can't go anywhere without her lover, now can she?” Elena said with disgust. I followed her gaze until I spotted Gwen. She was accompanied by the same man I had seen her with in the office parking lot. He was helping her with her luggages and they were both grinning widely. I clenched my fist as fury welled up inside me.

I wear white—sharp contrast, soft dominance. The editor writes: “Aphrodite Sivan’s latest muse may be the man who once ruled Wall Street—but now he’s the one being devoured.” Duncan reads it over breakfast. He doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t push the paper away either. --- One night, he asks quietly, “Do you love being seen with me?” I look at him over my wine glass. “I love what we look like.” He nods. Swallows the rest of his drink like he’s hoping that was enough.

Gwen nodded grimly. And at that moment, my phone began to ring. My breath hitched as I saw the caller ID. Xavier was calling, seems he had already noticed we were gone. “Well,” Gwen snapped, “answer the phone.” “What do I tell him?” I flared up at her. “Anything,” She shot back, “Just shut the damn phone off.” “Guys,” Detective Dalton called quietly, cutting into our argument. “What?” We both glared at her. “We’ve got company.” She whispered.

Duncan asked as he walked inside making me tense. Was he avoiding eye contact with me? “ Honey, I'm back,” Melissa answered as she walked down the stairs dressed beautifully. “ We need to talk. The elders of the pack-” Duncan started taking Melissa's hand in his as she walked down the stairs. I took the hint to slip away to the kitchen, giving us all a bit of space. Minutes later, the three of us settled around the table for breakfast. As I'd guessed, Duncan's gaze stayed firmly away from mine. I looked down, absently picking at my slice of bread, only to find it dry. I reached for the strawberry jam, but just as my fingers brushed the jar, Duncan's hand touched mine. He froze, staring at me