Gwen Counter Novels & Stories

"If I were to refuse, I would be dishonoring everything that my brother fought for in his life." Gwen nodded. She gave her aunt a hug before pulling away, her heart breaking since she was painfully aware that Noah was correct. Greta's chances of success were utterly nil. Gwen sensed Phil's presence even while she was moving away from him. When she looked up, she spotted a black wolf that she had seen before standing beneath a tree around one hundred yards away. Simply having the knowledge that he was close by lifted her mood. Perhaps there was, in the end, some reason to have optimism.

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.

She tensed up noticeably, and clung tightly to Steve's arm. "Gwen, that was beautiful. You dance so gracefully," praised Mort Governs. "Have you given any thought to my suggestions for fund raising for your project? I'd be happy to discuss them with you anytime." Everyone within hearing was stunned by Gwen's terse response to one of the area's leading businessmen. "I've given it a lot of thought, Mr. Governs. I've decided that it'll be a cold day in hell when I have business of any kind with you!"

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."

Somewhere not far behind Gwen, a man wearing black attire stood there looking at Gwen with a shocking look, "Gwen, is that you? Do you still remember me? I'm Winson Tinker!" Gwen frowned while she tried to search in her memory and a smile slowly appeared on her face. "Winson Tinker? Yes, I remember you!"

Gwen reminded in a hushed tone, "You mustn't say that out loud again, okay? Don't get into a fight with Jacqueline again. Try to stay away from her. I'll do my best and make you Micah's real sister soon." As Gwen spoke, she looked past her daughter and through the window. She saw Serenity's back facing her as she stood beside Jackson in the classroom. Serenity might be the current Mrs. Valor, but so what? It had been five years. If Mr. Valor really had feelings for this woman, he would not have let the gossip spread. Mr. Valor must have accompanied them to the kindergarten for the children, Gwen thought, her mind consumed by jealousy. With patience and luck, she would claim her place and bec

It proved how much they valued her as a candidate. She was overjoyed. She knew that submitting that design sketch was the right call. Gwen quickly stood up and held out her right hand. "Hello, Mr. Holt. I'm Gwen Griffin. I've worked in jewelry design for five years. I admire Holt Jewelry as a company, so it's an honor to meet you." However, Thaddeus didn't shake hands with her and sat down. "You used to work at Jaricles Design Studio?" Gwen lowered her hand and nodded awkwardly. "I worked there for two years. Maybe you've never heard of this studio because they only have a reputation among wealthy spouses. However, that company is nothing compared to yours."

Gwen looked down at the most powerful man in the city kneeling at her feet and she felt a surge of triumph that the original Gwen never got to experience. She had taken the Alpha CEO and turned his dangerous yandere instincts into a leash that she now held in her own hands. She knew that Kayla and Damian would be regrouping and she knew that the "Original Male Lead" wouldn't give up so easily but for now she had the monster exactly where she wanted him. "Get up baby" she murmured as she hooked her chin over his head and felt his arms tighten around her in a silent vow of eternal protection. "We have a gala to attend tomorrow night and I want everyone to see exactly who the master of the Sant

"Yes?" "My King," the voice on the other end said with urgency. "We tracked your mate, Gwen. She's in trouble." My heart clenched, wolf instincts on high alert. "What's happening?" “A lady, Nicole or so, has taken her. We're not sure why, but our sources indicate she's being held captive." "Location?" "An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the pack. Be cautious, My King. We've detected many guards." "I'm on my way." I ended the call, already moving as I tapped on my phone, calling my guardian, Jeff.

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.