Gwen And Duncan Novels & Stories

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.

She couldn't understand what she was feeling, but it felt good, and she couldn't pull away. The door started to unlock again and Gwen finally pulled away, waiting for Annabeth to make her way inside again. She desperately hoped she had brought food because she was starving. The door was pushed open, and Gwen took a step forward, ready to welcome Annabeth back, but the figure who stepped in had her staggering back in shock.

The elders fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Duncan picked up the letter and read it one more time, looking for any answers that weren’t there. The Supreme Council had chosen Greywatch. The decision was made. The challenges ahead were immense. And Duncan still had no idea why. *** Gwen’s eyes snapped open at 7:15 AM.

But I will admit she looked sexy as she swore. “You….” “Miss Gwen, so nice to see you.” I got interrupted by another man. I looked at him and recognized him as Noah. “Nice to see you too Mr Christensen.” She shook his hand but he surprised her and myself and also everyone around as he pulled her into a hug. What the hell was going on? How did Mr Noah know Gwen when they hadn’t seen each other before? I watched as they both conversed with each other for a while before Noah noticed me.

The photo was of a hospital bed, and the caption read, "Came back all alone for treatment. How sad." The guests began to whisper about the groom suddenly running away from his own wedding when my brother, Alvin Chilton, stepped forward. "Joy, you've always been strong, so I know you can handle this alone. Gwen needs me more than you right now." With that, he was out the door as well. Both of them had deserted me for the same woman. I tried calling Theodore's phone, but it remained unreachable. Soon, I noticed that Gwen had updated her social media account again.

Dave pondered the situation and desperate in pleading Gwen, he quickly said, "If that's the case, I'll find a way to withdraw money from the company account. Would that please you?" "You already know what I desire," Gwen gazed at Dave, playfully teasing him with her tongue. She seductively placed a finger in her mouth, captivating his attention. Unable to resist, Dave embraced her, and they both tumbled onto the bed, sharing a lighthearted laugh. Without delay, Dave hastily removed his boxers, and Gwen's gown, pants, and bra followed suit. They began passionately making love, their pent-up desire evident in the fervent way Dave held her. It was clear that since their return from Amber's gran

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

Gwen declared smugly, "Mr. Swanson, you have nothing to worry about. We're partners, after all. I'll take care of this small matter myself. It won't disturb your daughter's wedding in the slightest." Then, she barked, her voice dripping with arrogance and triumph. "Security! Get over here!" Several security guards rushed over immediately and stood at attention before Gwen. Pointing at Aurelia and me, she issued her command with her nose in the air. "Throw these two out."

I could keep both of them yet. But I'll need Bowen free and able to fight. Which means I'd have to give Gwen up to them, if for only a few galling minutes to make them believe I was honouring the exchange. At the end of the day, Hunters were mortals. And an army wouldn't be able to stand against two full grown werewolves. I'm still thinking of my plan when I dress and step into the living room. I stop dead in my tracks. Gwen stands a few feet away from me, dressed in an eye-catching white wrap dress. But that isn't watch snags my attention. It's her hair. It isn't blonde anymore.

Gwen POV The air was so heavy with the smell of blood and spoilt boots. The bodies of the treacherous bastards elders lay still on the ground like logs of wood, their betrayal met with the same violence they had plotted against me and that is brutal death. Ronan had disappeared again. He slipped from my grasp like a fleeting shadow in the air. And Tina? She was imprisoned in chains and that is where she should be, unconscious, but I knew better than to consider her defeated too strong.