Guinevere X Granger Novels & Stories

She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy. "You're that guy. Anthony Reeves—the Yankee?," she asked but was answered with silence. She sighed and leaned back. "You... haven't shown up at the graduation ceremony, have you?" Anthony looked at her and frowned. "Yeah! Yeah. What a sad story...blah blah," he replied sarcastically as he lay on his back at the other end of the couch, putting some distance between them. "I didn't mean it like...that," Iktanne gasped as she stared at him, wide-eyed.

Theraphosa said while bowing her head. “It’s ‘your majesty’ now.” Guinevere corrected her. “Forgive me.” “It is fine. You may be confused since the last I saw you was when I was still a princess.” Guinevere said. “Yes. Your majesty seems to be doing well.” “I am healthy and fine, thank you. That aside, Gronta, do you even know who she is?” Guinevere turned to Gronta. “A spider that is an underling of that devil and apparently knows you. What about it?” Gronta sassily answered.

"Why are you both talking about this? Amy Leah, don't tell me~" "Oh! She lives with me!" Desmond cut him off. "She forgot to tell you that!" It took Warren a couple of moments to internalize what he just heard. "What do you mean he lives with you?" his voice was sonorous depicting a warning. "Warren, I~" "I'm her husband and she's my wife!" Guinevere accidentally spilled the juice on the table while shaking her head. She was scowling at Desmond. But Warren, his face got paled in an instant.

"The price doesn't matter as long as you like it." Their interaction was intimate, like a couple deeply in love. After Xander put it on for her, he turned to face Shawn. "Let Mr. Griffin take a look." The ruby was large, and Grace's skin was fair. It looked exceptionally beautiful on her. Shawn squinted his eyes. When he noticed the hickey below her collarbone, he quickly looked away. "Ms. Lewis is beautiful. Anything looks good on her." Shawn then stood up. "Thank you both for coming. I have other matters to attend to. Enjoy your time here."

Little Leander introduces her. “Madelyn, I’m Grace Gunner, Emlyn’s mother and this little guy’s grandmother,” Aunt Grace says. “This is my mate, Eli. Our son, Emerson…” “Is my mate,” Quinn says, pushing forward. “Hi. Quinn Gunnar. And that big, beautiful man back there is my mate, Emerson.” “Newly mated,” I whisper to Madelyn. I know everyone can hear us, but I’m hoping the intimacy of what feels like me telling her a secrect will make her feel safe.

Fanny called my phone, asking me to meet her at our usual secret spot by her family's abandoned barn house. When I arrived, she immediately unloaded all her frustrations on me. She was visibly upset, venting about how Gwen was suddenly outshining her in the cheerleading squad—the very squad Fanny had painstakingly built from the ground up. On top of that, their coach was openly favoring Gwen, giving her premium placement in the routines. Watching Fanny pace back and forth in anger, a dark thought crossed my mind. If I actually came clean right now and confessed that Gwen and I had hooked up twice, Fanny would absolutely destroy her. She would kill Gwen without a second thought, and I couldn'

She looked little to nothing like him and the lady who just walked in was a copy-and-paste version of her father. The lady stepped forward, bowing her head before them. “Hello everyone, sorry for interrupting your meal. I’m Genevieve Brent Gray.” “What is your name again?” Mr Gray rose from the chair followed by everyone else. They stood, frozen in shock. “Genevieve Brent Gray.” Noah groaned. “Say that name again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say a word in your whole life.” “I’m sorry, you are?” She looked him over, her eyes glinting at his sight. “Oh Mr Hank, you’re here.”

I have vowed to myself not to love anybody asides from my family. As for Giordana, Her innocent face, lush brunette hair packed in a bun, and beautiful large brown eyes were captivating. The woman was effortlessly gorgeous. At the wedding, I had bumped into her on purpose. Entering the church that day, I sighted this petite lady sashaying to the back. I wanted to flirt with her and probably get her into my bed by the end of the day but her reaction was something I didn't expect, hell! her mouth and her stature don't go together at all. Seeing her stature you'd think she was this shy girl type but she proved me completely wrong.

That was probably how she ended up married to him in the first place. I walked over without hesitation. Raymond had his hand on her arm. Her body was tense, with her chin lifted in defiance even as he spoke down to her. “Take your hand off her,” I said, my voice cold. He slowly released her, but his eyes were full of venom. “She’s still my wife, Thorne,” he spat. “I never signed the divorce papers.” I glanced at Gwen in question. Her face was pale, but her eyes were burning with anger. The way her lips pressed together, and the fire in her expression, did something dangerous to me. I admired it more than I should have.

Gwen pats her bottom as she stands up, “You know, for a human you sure know how a lot about us.” Grace turns to her, “I had to read a few books about werewolves when Sebastian proposed to me.” Gwen folds her arms and narrows her eyes, “I have never heard of you before and Sebastian didn’t propose to any female.” Grace sighs, ignoring her harsh tone, “We met a few months after we proposed.” She doesn’t budge. “I’ve never met you in my life.” “Gwen,” I hiss and she turns to me. “What? I am saying the truth. I have never met her before.”