Gwen 10 Novels & Stories

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.

Steve and Ms. Walker were seated when Gwen arrived. Steve immediately stood and helped Gwen with her chair while Ms. Walker smiled her approval. Gwen once again wore the amazing red dress that Lisa had loaned to her. Steve wore a sports jacket over a dark mock turtleneck that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful chest.

I soon heard their car leave, I heaved out a sigh. Did Gwen say anything to them? Or alert anybody or tell her friends, no she wouldn't. I will just wait for her to come back and question her then find a way to contact Tomas, My second hand man. I need to get over this sh*t as soon as possible, The children of ruins are getting comfortable. And I swear, I will make sure to fuck them up once I return. I fisted my hands. † † † I waited patiently for Gwen to come through the door after she closed up the bakery. She had changed her clothes from earlier, “Hey” she said as she entered.

A scream rings in the air as the knife slices through it at the same time. Davina’s hand stops mid-way and she looks down at the screaming female in confusion. “I haven’t even started yet. Would you quit the noise. You hurt my ears and my little creatures’ when you scream and you don’t want to see them when they get mad. No, you don’t. So behave.” Gwen opens one eyes, then the other and she stops her screams. “Aren’t you going to kill me?” “Of course not. I am going to use you to lure them here. I want a fast and guaranteed way.”

I’ve been working for Beta Trevor for three years. Over that time, I’ve created spells and potions to keep his daughter, Gwen, out of trouble and keep his Alpha, Alpha Carter, unaware of what his daughter is really doing. Beta Trevor wants her to be the next Beta and if his Alpha knew what a conniving, manipulative, abusive person she was, he’d either demote her or more likely, he’d banish her from their pack.

This had to be Gwen’s stepmother. "Gwen is such an independent woman. She doesn't know how to be there for an important and powerful man like you. And I'm not just talking about in bed, although that too. I know how to make you look good out in the world. I'm trim and toned, working out all the time—at one of your gyms, in fact. I know how appearances mean everything. Gwen is a nice girl, but she can’t represent your brand.” “What are you after, Mira?”

He stood and watched as Bianca drove off at a high speed. He entered his house and laid down on the couch, not long and he dozed off ……………… Gwen woke up feeling good, she was going to hang out with her friends today and she will resume work the next day. Its indeed a good feeling. She entered the bathroom and shower, after that she came out and slid into a beautiful pink dress, Kathryn also had the dress. They bought it on their anniversary. Gwen applied a touch up makeup, she wore her white heels and picked up her white purse. She stormed out of her room looking like Prianka Chopra, the screen goddess.

“Lawn’s done. If you need anything else later, just call.” Gwen didn’t move from the back door. She leaned against the frame, arms still crossed under her heavy tits, pushing them up so her cleavage looked even deeper in that tight white tank top. Her eyes were locked directly on my crotch, she wasn’t even pretending to look at my face anymore. She stared openly at my throbbing erection, biting her lower lip again.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

November 10th It was nearly a week later and Elena was out of the hospital and the pack had returned pretty much to normal. Haden was still heavily dosed on wolfsbane in the base prison and Lia was still yet to visit him. She said she wanted him to pay for what he did and allowing her to see him would be giving him a small win in a sea of losses. Something like that anyway.