Duncan X Gwen Novels & Stories

Gwen surprised me by joining in, sitting cross-legged on the floor cushion with Nelson beside her. I stayed where I was, nursing my whiskey, but my eyes followed her every move. The game started innocently enough. Silly truths, easy dares. Then it got bolder. Someone dared a guy to do a shot. Another person had to confess their biggest crush in the building. Laughter rang out. Then it was Gwen’s turn. She looked flushed and bold, the alcohol clearly giving her courage. Her eyes sparkled under the fairy lights as she waited for the dare.

She closed her laptop slightly, giving me her full attention. "No. No problem. I just wanted to confirm it, that's all." I shrugged, trying to look like I didn't care. "Why?" "Nothing. Just checking." Gwen stared at me, her green eyes searching my face as if she were looking for a crack in the armor. After a long moment, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay." She looked back down at her screen. "Did you guys talk about anything else?" I asked, the words out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Aside from the date?"

Zach went to find Stella… No, Gwen. He saw her having breakfast with Lou, and she looked up and smiled at him when he approached them. “Zach.” “Did you meet Jared Crawford again?” Zach asked while furrowing his eyebrows. “Yes, and he still took me as Gwen,” Gwen looked down and answered unhappily. Zach felt a twitch in his heart. “Did he tell you a lot of things? Did you feel anything?” Gwen looked displeased. “Disgust, and hate. I just want to leave this ship now.”

"This is kinda relevant to your question earlier. Dawn is also Dusk's double in the movie. She's doing the sexy scenes for her sister who's uncomfortable of showing her body or acting sensual on camera." My eyes squinted. "So you're saying I'm comfortable with it?" I uttered. It was too late for me to realize that I said it out loud. Laughter echoed the place. "No…" Caleb shook his head with a silly smile on his face. "Then why did you do it?" Chibi asked. "For my twin… and he pleaded." Chibi gasped and laughed. "Is it true, Caleb? Your girlfriend seems to reveal your secret to your fans."

Across the room, I see them. Gwen and CK near the drinks. She’s talking animatedly, gesturing with her cup. He’s listening—nodding, small smile. Then one of his friends—tall, dark-haired, easy grin—slides in. Says something that makes Gwen laugh. He leans closer, compliments her dress. His eyes linger. He’s into her. Obviously. Gwen blushes, plays with her hair. The friend keeps talking—smooth, charming, keeping her attention. CK glances around once.

The door opens two minutes later and Gwen walks in with a bag over her shoulder and her coat still on and she looks at me and then she looks at Damien and then she looks at me again. “Are you okay,” she says. “I’m fine,” I say. She looks at Damien. He looks back at her, steady and patient, and doesn’t say anything, which is the right thing to do with Gwen because Gwen makes up her mind about people in the first thirty seconds and anything you say in that window either helps or hurts. Gwen looks at him for a long moment. Then she looks at me. “He’s not what I expected,” she says, like he is not standing right there.

______________ . . . Gwen smiled as she stared at the photo of her standing next to a wolf Greg on the day of his first shift. He was twelve then. And what a magnificent wolf he was. White fur with specks of grey here and there. Amber eyes that reflected so much kindness. So much like their father. “You promise you are not going to die?” Gwen looked up from her phone and sat back in her chair. “You scared I might?” Greg sighed as he walked in, placing his favorite gadget on the couch across the room before walking over to her desk and sitting opposite her.

Gwen's expression stiffened for the briefest moment before she quickly returned to her gentle smile. “Alright.” Lucien gave her one last look before leaving the room. The door closed behind him. The smile on Gwen's face slowly disappeared. For several seconds, she remained completely still. Then she reached for her phone. The screen lit up. A new message had arrived from an unknown number. Gwen stared at it. There was only one sentence. It's confirmed. Lucien Delacroix and his wife are divorced. Her eyes narrowed slightly. For the first time, there was no trace of innocence on her face.

The elders fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Duncan picked up the letter and read it one more time, looking for any answers that weren’t there. The Supreme Council had chosen Greywatch. The decision was made. The challenges ahead were immense. And Duncan still had no idea why. *** Gwen’s eyes snapped open at 7:15 AM.

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