Gwen 10 Novels & Stories

Gwen had considered calling Dominic, but she didn’t want to disturb him at work, so she changed her mind. To ease her anxiety, she decided to take a long bath. The scent of aromatherapy helped clear her mind and improve her mood. After a long soak, she finished bathing and got dressed. Feeling refreshed, Gwen applied light makeup, wanting to look her best that evening. When she stepped out of her room, she noticed Dominic entering Mr. Charles’s room. Curious, Gwen quietly followed him and peeked through the slightly ajar door. “Not every company is interested in partnering with us,” Dominic reported.

I was still staring at her phone, brows furrowed, when the bathroom door opened. Gwen stepped out, hair damp and slightly curled from the water, wearing nothing but a white towel tied across her chest. It barely reached the top of her thighs. Droplets of water clung to her shoulders and collarbone, sliding slowly down her skin. My breath caught. She looked beautiful. Vulnerable. Tempting. But the moment she saw my face, her steps faltered. “Alex?” she asked softly, concern replacing the relaxed expression she’d walked out with. “What’s wrong? You look tense.”

“Consider it done.” Gwen's eyes gleamed with calculation as she orchestrated her next move. Her first son, born in her mid-forties, was a constant reminder of her struggles with fertility. The king's numerous concubines, all bearing him daughters, only added to her anxiety. But Gwen had ensured her son's claim to the throne by manipulating events from behind the scenes.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

“A servant spotted you at the female dormitory. So, what’s your plan, Soren?” “Gwen is different now,” Soren replied. “She’s beautiful, not that innocent little cub she used to be.” “I know, right?” the other laughed. “I couldn’t believe she’s the same girl who used to follow you everywhere. She’s way hotter now that she’s nineteen. So, what, are you planning to break things off with Muriel?” The other friend cut in, scoffing. “Please. How can you even compare Muriel of the Blackwood Pack to Gwen? Soren’s obviously just going to use that loser.”

Ten Years Ago ~~~~~~~ "Happy birthday, Gwen." Gwendolyn Bowen smiled happily and blew out the candles on her cake. She leaned back, hands held together as if in prayer, and sighed blissfully. It was her eighteenth birthday, a day she had been waiting for. The moon in the sky was a full round disc, sending its silvery rays through the windows, a proof of the moon goddess's blessings. Beside her were her parents, Alpha Thane and Luna Naomi, rulers of the Earth Realm Pack.

He is confident that Gwen will achieve her goals. One of Gwen's advantages is her closeness to Elden. She has always endeavored to win Elden's favor to gain his trust, and she succeeds. Without Elden's knowledge, Gwen infiltrates as a spy for Gibson. Gwen executes her task flawlessly, causing Elden and Theodor to become distracted. At the residence of Gilbert.

Just the truth. I reach out, my palm damp against the brass knob. I turn it slowly and push the door open, bracing myself for her cold shoulder. Gwen is there. Not Selene. Gwen is sprawled cross-legged on the center of the bed, buried in an oversized charcoal hoodie and gym shorts, her blonde hair piled into a precarious, messy bun. She’s bathed in the warm, amber glow of the bedside lamp, her face illuminated by the blue light of her phone screen. She looks up as the door creaks, her eyes widening in surprise before they instantly light up with a predatory sort of joy when they land on the massive bouquet in my arms.

CHICAGO 11:34 PM. “This should do it,” Gwen announced as she placed the crystal ball back in its ornate wooden box after a deep inhale. While Taylor watched her, a sinister smile curled on her lips immediately. “This isn’t enough to make her despise Blake just yet, Gwen,” she said.

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.