Gwen 10 Novels & Stories

"And she's to be allowed to climax tonight because she seduced Reneé into licking her." "You grasped that quickly." "I asked your slave questions," Gwen said. "After mine happened, I doubted the entire incident was an accident. It seemed more intentional to me." "So it was. Might I be so bold as to enquire if you'd ever been with a woman before?" "Never." "You seem to enjoy it," I said. "I don't often receive much pleasure," Gwen admitted. "How old do you think I am?" "Forty," I guessed. "Forty-five," she said. "Do you think I'm attractive for my age?"

I couldn't keep my eyes off their eight packs and couldn't help but think about rubbing my hands up and down their bodies. "I can feel your emotions, Love," Gwen whispered in my ear and then took her shirt, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. She smiled at me and walked into the ring with Stephen and Steven. I watched as all three of them trained. Stephen and Steven fought with each other, while Gwen fought with one of the men. I was shocked that she had tackled him with ease because the man was way bigger than her. "I think she is the Alpha Twin's Mate too," I heard one of the females training say

When she was sure she would succeed in humiliating me like she had in the past. Too bad, I'm not Raina the pushover anymore. Gwen’s eyes were red, and her mascara had made dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Silas denying her must have been a huge blow if she didn’t care about her appearance. Gwen was someone who always cared about her looks..

The only possible defeat of the plan was that, gowns could easily be raised up. Ah, if only she had gone for that wardrobe change, maybe she would have better options. Anyways, she just hoped her mate bond controlled mind wouldn't think of that when the time came. "How many kids do you have?" "Eight." Gwen said with a grin, and she stared down at the floor, looking bashful. "We are trying for a ninth. My husband thinks we should stop at 10, so we can be a dozen all together, but I think we should stop at twelve, so both of us will be the cherry on top of the dozen." She said, moving her head to emphasis the last words of that sentence.

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

Miller. “Gwen, are you fine?” He inquired in the most confused tone.

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.

Gwen muttered as she pulled her hand from mine slowly. As we got back into the car and made our way to Holt Holdings, Gwen started picking at her fingers as I noticed this I knew she was nervous to meet the council members. I watched it for a moment then looked away and said nothing because she would tell me she was fine and she was allowed to have that. "Do I look okay?" she asked quietly without turning from the window. I looked at her. The dress was deep and fitted and the slit caught the light when she shifted in her seat, her hair was pulled back in a way that showed the line of her jaw which was set and composed even now.

Somewhere not far behind Gwen, a man wearing black attire stood there looking at Gwen with a shocking look, "Gwen, is that you? Do you still remember me? I'm Winson Tinker!" Gwen frowned while she tried to search in her memory and a smile slowly appeared on her face. "Winson Tinker? Yes, I remember you!"

"Come on get down from there." Gwen's shinny lips move into a pout. "Why? But I'm enjoying myself. My girls are free." Her breasts bounces as she shook them. She may not be a D cup but Gwen had enough to catch everyone's attention. Which she did without a hassle. I clench my eyes tight to reign in the migraine that was lurking behind my eyelids. "Gwen." I snapped. "Get down." My eyes peeled open to pin her with a nasty stare. "Now." I growled.