Guinevere X Granger Novels & Stories

Lucas was seriously ill, so Shanley secretly arranged it so no one around Tawny knew her anymore, but he did not expect Guinevere to be here and see her. "Nina." Through the glass window, he saw Tawny sunbathing in the yard. Suddenly hearing a strange sound, Tawny stood up in fear, and she kept asking what that was. "Sister Nina, I'm Guinevere. Were you also captured by him?" Guinevere saw Tawny here, thinking that she was also captured here because of her relationship with Leonard. "I didn't see you, do I know you?" Tawny asked, speechless.

The man asks, breaking the silence, his voice deep and gravelly, the sound intoxicating. “Uh, Hi. Err…Sorry.” I croak, my own voice husky with arousal, causing my face to flame red, “Uhh,…Yeah…I’m Gwynn…Err… Guinevere. Guinevere McKay…I’m here to meet with the Alpha.” I finally manage to spit out.

I wasn’t expecting it, and I went because my body made the decision before my mind weighed in on it. I felt the tension in me immediately and the awareness of the stranger across the desk. I thought of what I looked like sitting here and what this meant in front of someone I didn't know. Xavier's hand settled at my waist and steadied without pressing, and I made myself breathe slowly as I stayed. "Graham," Xavier’s voice had the ease of a man entirely comfortable with the arrangement of this room, including the woman currently sitting on him. "This is Gwendolyn. My wife."

So, Argo felt very confident that Tiffany could help Edward find Alexa if the police couldn't find her because Edward had been in a lot worse trouble than this before. “Of course, Argo, I will help Edward. Even though he hates me now, I will continue to try to be able to prove the real truth to him.” “Tiffany, I want to meet Mr. Granger,” said Anton. “You better rest here, Anton.” “I'm fine.” “Okay, let's go to my father's room!” “Then, I will return to Edward's room,” Argo said. Tiffany and Anton then went to the room where Mr. Granger was being treated. While Argo returned to Edward's room.

Just kept typing something into a terminal, long fingers clicking with measured precision. “I thought you were dead,” Adrien said flatly. She smiled without warmth. “You thought wrong.” “Where’s Vallin?” “Retired. Suddenly.” Adrien’s jaw tensed. “You mean removed.” Granger finally looked up. Her eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto his. “You’ve become quite the problem, Adrien.” He didn’t flinch. “Funny. That’s what I was going to say about you.” Granger’s lips curled. “You broke protocol. You violated your contract. You...”

She stopped the recording the instant Cleopatra’s sharp slap struck Anthony, cutting the moment of confrontation cleanly, erasing the clash, leaving only the raw, dangerously intimate fragments of desire she knew would be far more powerful in isolation. A smile flickered across Guinevere’s lips. “Secrets like these weren’t meant to stay hidden, they were meant to be wielded.” she muttered to herself And she held the leverage now, silent but deadly, as the tension between Anthony and Cleopatra festered, completely unaware that every stolen second had a witness. *** Three days later… “Hi I’m here to see Calvin oh, sorry Mr. Calvin,” Guinevere’s words stumbled out, wrapped in a soft, nervous ch

Alexander grunted loudly, his body lurching forward. He sat up at once, grabbing a hank of her hair, blinded by passion. He was gasping for air. With her tongue, Guinevere scraped and laved at him, pushing him higher, closer to that cliff's edge where he knew she intended to take him. She pulled back, and rubbed her thumb over his tip. He moaned savagely, his control unravelling, as he now was at the edge.

that's what she said at last. "Yes, I am much, much worse. But I do not want to make a fucking mistake with you." "Your mistake was meeting me, and now I hate you." "You can hate me, and you may not want to see me again. It's your right. But first, let's talk like adults. This show on the sidewalk doesn't get us anywhere." Granger used to be the most confident man that people around him knew. His lifestyle did not allow him to be any different. However, when he found himself in a position where he could lose the woman he did not even have, the man felt something different tremble in his heart.

The lightness that had started to return between them slowly slipped away again. Shit. Grace instinctively covered her mouth, but then thought—maybe it was fine to tell him now? She lowered her hand. “Actually, I was helping Gavin propose to his partner today.” Propose? Partner? Raphael’s pupils shrank, his brain forcing itself to process the words—each syllable seemed to crawl in slow motion through his mind. Only now did it really hit him: she hadn’t been off with another man for some secret rendezvous. Ding. The elevator doors slid open. He followed her in without a thought, not even registering where he was. This elevator was private, only for the presidential suite. Inside, they stood c

Cohen said coldly, “Even if you separate them now, will Gwen listen to you? Look at her obsessive look now!” “What else can I do? Do we have to watch her repeat the same mistake…” Mr. Cohen felt troubled too. “Just leave them be. I don’t want to care about their affairs anymore. Now, Zack is...” Mr. Cohen stopped abruptly. Both of them fell into silence. Zachary was their only grandson. Guinevere had such a rare blood type and was likely to have only one child in her life.