Gusion Love Guinevere Novels & Stories

Marisol cried out in pain as the cold metal dug into her flesh, immobilizing her. With a triumphant smirk, Guinevere stood over her fallen adversary, her eyes glowing with malicious intent. "You are no match for me, little hybrid," Just then, Marisol heard a terrible battle roar, both their heads snapping in the direction of it, but Guinevere recovered quickly. Marisol's heart pounded against her chest. She could feel Cedric's presence. It filled her with energy. “Aww, do you really think they'll make it in time to save you?” Guinevere cooed mockingly, “I have an army bigger than your little band, and you'll be in pieces before they ever make it here.”

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.

The elders sat them down asked them questions and gave them advice on some of their problems. "I want to ask about something?" Eric said. "What do you want to ask?" one of the elders with a chubby face replied. "The thing is, am in love with a girl and I can't tell her I love her because I think she wouldn't accept me. But anytime I see her with other men my heart aches. I can't bear to lose her. what should I do?" Eric said. The elders smiled. "Young man, you see, I would advise you to open up what's in your heart to her, or else, you might lose her." the chubby elder said to Eric.

He was murdered by something other than human. I finally reach my quarters and plop down on my queen sized bed. My room is simply magnificent. A big french window off to the left side of the room and a large wardrobe directly across the window. A deep crimson rug with gold trimmings and details lay in the center of the room matching the crimson curtains that lay over the window. I feel my crimson with white decal silky covers under my fingers and inhale the smell of light lavender. Howell never fails to make his special perfume out of lavender and lightly spritz some on my blankets for me. He knows it's my favorite. Howell used to make perfumes and sell them in a little shop in the city of G

I said softly. "Cupcake you have no idea of how much he loves you. He loves you so much that he would go back to hell and come for you. You have to understand that." I have no idea what to tell. Seeing this she just shook her head at me. "Look into the pond," She said. At first I was confused but I did as she said. That is when I saw him. Xavier's POV It has been three days. Three days since I saw her brown Hazel eyes. Since I saw anyone else but her pale face. Three days since I talked to anyone. Three days since I ate. I even chased my parents away when they came.

“What about me? All those nights? You saved me, cooked for me, stayed by my side—” His face hardened. “But you killed my sister.” Guinevere staggered back. “How… how do you know?” “You’re a murderer!” he shouted. “You also killed Lauren’s child! How can any man love someone who has no conscience?” Tears poured down her face. “I did all that because I loved you, Preston! Caleb told me that if Lauren’s child wasn’t his, I would have a chance with you!” “…And the first thing you did was attack a pregnant woman?” he hissed.

Taking place under one tall tree, he stared ahead looking into perfect nothingness. His conversation with Carlisle came to him and instead of doing anything else, he laughed. Indeed there was no resemblance. Guinevere bore no resemblance to Carlisle's wife nor their cousin, the other red-haired lady. She stood nothing like them, not in hair colour nor in expression, not in height nor in meekness. She was free-spirited and bold which was the attribute that called out to him. Now he knew why. They shared familial bonds in name only, not in blood.

Dominic stared at her like she had lost her mind. “You’re the love of my life,” he said, voice absolute. “I wouldn’t know how to move on if I tried.” Corinne’s eyes filled again. She did not wipe the tears away. She simply let them fall while he kept kissing her knuckles, her palms, the soft insides of her wrists. They talked until the café staff started giving them pointed looks. Dominic told her about Highclere, how the theory classes had been harder than he expected, how the kitchen was the only place that still felt like home.

But suddenly, he looked stunned, and his gaze lingered on her for a few moments. The girl felt a rush of excitement and said, "Mr. Joseph, my name’s Guinevere. You can just call me Gwen." Joseph opened his mouth and said, "Get lost." Guinevere was taken aback. She rested her wine glass on the table and asked, "Did I do something wrong? Please tell me. I can change." "You made a mistake the moment you said such disgusting words with that face," Joseph said, his face dark, "You're not emulating her. You're insulting her."

He just pondered, thinking about what answer he would give to Gwen. Gibson began to say sweet things that made Gwen infatuated with him. He even promised many things to Gwen, causing her to eventually fully believe in Gibson. Gibson was blinded by his fleeting love for Gwen. He acted like a loving older man. Gibson didn’t think about his wife, who had always been loyal to him. Her unwavering loyalty was now a stark contrast to his betrayal.