Gwen Cooper Author Novels & Stories

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.

Cole growled at Myra who flushed but didn’t say anything. “I know that she is a sex fiend but can you keep the sexual activities in the bedroom or at least not when we are in a meeting.” Carson groaned. Gwen was the one who leaned forward this time, a feat for her as her stomach was restricting her movement with great difficulty. “I cannot wait for your mate to be present for meetings like these Carson. I will enjoy Cole and Vince comments and I will relish them.” “My mate is dead.” Carson returned but Gwen shook her head.

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.

I grabbed my bag and stood up. But just as I was about to leave, Jenny's phone dinged again. She read the message and her eyes widened. "Wait, there's... another opportunity, Miss." I arched a brow. "What is it?" Jenny looked up. "Grayford Creations just reached out. They want a collaboration with Jim Summerbell, Miss Gwen." I blinked, then turned fully to her. "The Grayford Creations fashion house?" She nodded. "Yes. And here's the catch, it was Mr. Lucas Grayford who reached out and emailed our company."

Gwen. I sat on the empty seat in front and Mr. Vensian’s bodyguards carefully placed my books and bag on my table. “Here are your things, Miss.” I offered a polite smile, “Thank you.” “No problem.” I went back to hearing what Mr. Vensian has to say. What kind of excuse he’ll make? Knowing Ms. Gwen, she makes sure that we suffer. She is the strictest professor I have had so far and judging by the annoyance and jealousy on her face, I am sure I will have to hear the word of it later.

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.

Placing the note in the front of the journal and keeping hold of it in her hand, she moves over to the small wardrobe they share, crouches down and reaches right in the back to where Isadora’s other journal and the folder they kept all the documentation on Professor Miles were hidden. Gwen grabs the folder and flicks it open just to make sure it is all still there, and is horrified even more when she sees the recently added photos. Not bothering to look at anything more, Gwen closes the folder, grabs the other journal and quickly grabs her lecture bag, slipping them inside. Gwen then quickly makes her way out of the dorm room, down through the dorm building, across the Academy grounds, until

"Yeah, that too. I’m just...really sorry for the collision. I didn't mean to send your life flying across the hallway." "Like I said, it’s alright." He shifted the weight of the books in his arms and held out a hand. "I’m Leon Galloway, by the way." "Gwen Casteel. Nice to meet you, Leon." As I shook his hand, I realized his skin was warm—not the feverish, predator-like heat I felt from the wolves, but a steady, comfortable warmth. "Likewise," he nodded. My eyes drifted to the stack of papers he was clutching. The bold header at the top was hard to miss: RAVENBANE COLLEGE: OFFICIAL ENROLLMENT AND TRANSFER STUDENT RECORD.

“Mr. Ford, you can speak to us about any problem in our business cooperation. Anyway, we’ll become in-laws soon. Please let us know if there’s any issue from our side. “Gwen is just an actress. We don’t agree with her career in the entertainment industry, but she doesn't know anything about the family’s business. She’ll marry Weston soon and become part of your family. If there’s any problem, come to us directly. Don’t take it out on her.” Mr. Cohen was straightforward with his words. Chris’ face changed when he heard that. He said, “Mr. Cohen, you must be joking. How can our cooperation affect their relationship?” The Cohen family came to question them, but both families knew there was no c

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.