Gwen And Duncan Novels & Stories

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.

It was a powerful reunion. We spent the next few days making love and baring the deepest secrets about ourselves. I learned Duncan was turned just days before his wedding was to take place in the year seventeen-forty-five. He’d never encountered supernatural creatures such as vampires, so he never thought to take heed of the stories or precautions while traveling certain roads alone at night. There were rumors that Lady Vivian Everhoust -the season’s most eligible debutant who was madly in love with Lord Duncan and made no secret of it- dabbled in witchcraft. When she realized Lord Duncan planned on going through with the union with another woman, she assured him that his black heart woul

She closed her laptop slightly, giving me her full attention. "No. No problem. I just wanted to confirm it, that's all." I shrugged, trying to look like I didn't care. "Why?" "Nothing. Just checking." Gwen stared at me, her green eyes searching my face as if she were looking for a crack in the armor. After a long moment, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay." She looked back down at her screen. "Did you guys talk about anything else?" I asked, the words out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Aside from the date?"

"You are smiling." Gwen said lowly. Gwen found herself in Alexander's arms, spinning gracefully across the polished floor, dancing as he had asked her. The walls and people around them had blurred into a swirl of colours and murmured voices as her focus was on him alone. She was acutely aware of his firm grip on the small of her back, and his other hand holding hers, suspended in the air as they moved together. Her dress flowed around her, brushing against her legs with each turn, managing somehow to escape being stepped on. The music swelled, filling the room with more life and they moved deliberately, as if the sound was sewed into the very fabric of their being.

"Why aren't you in bed? You should have called for me if you needed something, if Arthur sees you, he would be so hard to pacify again." "I know, I know. I will return to bed, as soon as I find a new book to keep myself busy with. In the meantime, who is this gentleman?" "He is..." "Lance Miller." Lance introduced as he came over to take Gwen's hand and kissed it. "I am a friend of your sister." A friend? Well, I wouldn't call him my friend, but... "She has never mentioned you." Gwen said, giving me a look. "I am Gwendolyn Geraldton, Duchess of Arana. Welcome to my home."

"Quit joking. This particular one is not funny." Gwen pushed her face into Beth's line of sight. "Do I seem to be joking? Come on, Sister. My jokes are never this extravagant." She waited for Gwen to admit her folly, but when nor was forthcoming, her eyes popped. "What?" Gwen nodded. Beth's hand shook and she stabbed her thumb with the needle. With a shocked gasp, she dropped all she was holding, throwing the cloth away. "What did you say?" Gwen spared her injured thumb a glance. "The Duke of Carlisle and that Dowager Duchess are here at Westside Manor." She raised her eyes to Beth's. "They are with Mother and Father as we speak."

I was going to use the evidence to kick you to the curb without a single cent to your name and marry someone else. "But I was completely blindsided by the trap that you and that bitch, Joanna, laid for me. But it's fine. We still arrived at the same conclusion. I just won't be getting as much money, that's all." A mysterious smile stretched across Gwen's face when she seemed to recall something. "Do you know why I couldn't give you a child all this time, Duncan? It's because I've been taking birth control pills. I refuse to carry your children. Also, I already have my own child!" she shouted while laughing gleefully.

Gwen glanced back and forth between her husband and his grandfather, sensing that the two of them were hiding something. “Who is she?” she asked. “A former colleague of mine,” Dominic replied briefly. “Let’s head down, I’m already hungry,” added Mr. Charles, and then walked toward the elevator. As soon as her grandfather disappeared from sight, Dominic once again took Gwen’s hand, leading her down the stairs to the first floor. They walked side by side, descending step by step, but neither spoke a word. Dominic looked gloomy, making Gwen concerned about the behavior of both her husband and his grandfather.

Michelle suggested. "It'll be an honour. I heard your husband bought the red..." They spoke as they head to the terrace. Ethan heaved a breath of relief. "The worse is over..." . . Gwen was at the company. She was done for the day. She was heading out when she saw her teammates. "Gwen? Is it true?" "What's true?" "You're dating boss" "No, I'm not" "You are staying at the Croydon manor?" "No, I'm not" she said.

He kept on calling three models real witches in other to extort money from him, meanwhile he married a real witch from hell. "They are humans. Don't use your selfish voice box to alarm them as the supernatural. We both know what witches look like and you as a wolf, broke that rule and married one. You want money? just say I'm helpless and poor so I need money" Again Edward Duncan tightened his fist by his son's words. Being treated like waste made him selfish to be rich. If only his brother twin Davil hadn't been the heir to Duncan industries. Now Davil handed it over to this stupid son of his.