Gwen 10 Novels & Stories

“I wonder how Gwen is doing now—” “She’s already living in Ford Mansion. What else does she want? Anyway, it’s just a marriage license. She’ll get it in a year!” Mr. Cohen cut his wife off impatiently, “Don’t talk about this anymore. Gwen will figure it out herself eventually.” Mrs. Cohen could only sigh. At the same time, in Guinevere’s room. Guinevere closed the door as soon as she returned to her room. She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. After a long time, she suddenly opened her eyes… revealing her scarily bloodshot orbs.

I straightened my back, made sure the webcam did not get an unflattering chin shot, and took a deep breath. The woman on the other side had blonde hair, and also wore red lipstick. She had on a blazer and a blue shirt, and when she saw me she smiled a pearly white smile. "You are Jane Rozen?" She asked me, I quickly nodded. "My name is Gwen, I am one of the people administering the test. Your answers seem to match with the prince's." She paused for a second as I saw her eyes dance over a page she had in front of her. "Have you ever been to Medora before?" Something had changed in her voice, she started off all happy and bubbly, but now she looked more distrusting.

“Don. The Rinaldis just sent this.” He turned the screen toward me, it was a surveillance photo, grainy but unmistakable. It was a picture of Gwen leaving the hotel, with a red target circle over her face.

Gwen's cheeks trembled with fear as she stared at the woman in front of her. The fur coat, the red nails, the jewelry on her ears and neck, all the classiness from someone she hated with all her heart. "What are you doing here?" Gwen uttered the words with difficulty. "Are you not going to invite me in?" Mrs. Lane asked with a sneer on her face. Gwen sensed Stephanie approaching her from behind, but she didn't look; she was too busy trying to understand the presence of that woman in her apartment.

______________ . . . Gwen smiled as she stared at the photo of her standing next to a wolf Greg on the day of his first shift. He was twelve then. And what a magnificent wolf he was. White fur with specks of grey here and there. Amber eyes that reflected so much kindness. So much like their father. “You promise you are not going to die?” Gwen looked up from her phone and sat back in her chair. “You scared I might?” Greg sighed as he walked in, placing his favorite gadget on the couch across the room before walking over to her desk and sitting opposite her.

Sienna readily granted her permission once more. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Gwen retrieved her magic comb, having already stashed the bag containing Sienna's treasure trove inside the kitchen pantry. 'I'm going to be Gwen again, complete with Sienna's cash and gold bars that I've hidden away. Tonight, Hans will be making love to me, not Sienna!' Gwen quickly ran the comb through her hair in front of the mirror. Finished. Yet nothing seemed to happen. The clothes Gwen was wearing remained identical to when she had first arrived looking like Sienna.

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.

Pulling on yoga pants and a T-shirt, I left the bathroom so Leander could finish. Gwen and Willow were waiting for me by the door. I drew in a sharp breath at their appearance. They were stunning. Adorned in strips of buttery soft lambskin in periwinkle and ocean blue, Gwen's skirt rested so low on her waist, it barely covered her pubic bone, and ended mid-thigh, just a few inches beneath her buttocks, revealing her lean and muscular legs. Hazelnut brown skin played peekaboo behind hand-cut lacing that crisscrossed on each side of her hips. More strips of leather in similar blue tones wrapped around her breasts to create a halter.

It was simple, but I was worried that it might be too simple. Gwen slapped my arm. "Of course! You look perfect. All the men will have their eyes on you, trust me," she grinned. I laughed it off, but I secretly wondered if Kaden would be taken with my outfit. I hoped so. "One minute," Gwen said, walking back to the drawer. After much rifling, she returned with a gold piece. It was a simple choker necklace, and it was beautiful. She helped me put it on and then she made me look in the mirror again. "You're perfect."

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.