Gwen Counter Novels & Stories

The woman standing against Rachel’s threat now was someone ready to fight back, with weapons as strong or even stronger. Gwen sat back down in front of her laptop, staring at the blank screen before her. In her mind, all the steps had been prepared. She would not give Rachel a chance to win. Now, their war was no longer just in the courtroom or in public, but also in the silent yet deadly digital realm.

Gwen has a scheme. She intends to manipulate financial data and make it appear Theodor is responsible. Leveraging all her connections within the company, Gwen begins to rally people to her cause to bring down Theodor and Elden. With all the access she has, Gwen continues to exploit the situation. Gibson is aware of all of Gwen's plans, knowing full well it could lead him into trouble, yet he still chooses to proceed. He is confident that Gwen will achieve her goals.

I stomped towards the empty place beside the customer. “Catherine,” Gwen muttered. “I’m having problems with this guy. He’s insisting that twenty minus seventeen is six! I don’t know what to believe anymore.” “Gwen is right. Your change is only three, Sir.” “Prove it? The real way.” “Fine.” I gaze back at Gwen. “Do you have a pen and paper?” She bobbed her head and pulled a black ballpoint pen and a sheet of A4 bond paper from the inside.

Fiora said, her voice low. Gwen’s head jerked toward her, eyes wide with panic. “Spill it!” I snapped. “She embezzled money from Dalton Firm… and Terrain Motors.” I stared at her, stunned. “You said Soren deserved karma?” I stepped even closer, watching her retreat. “You sided with Davina. That woman trafficked humans. Killed people. She’s a monster. And Soren—he fought those monsters to protect me. You really think they’re the same?” “I… I’m sorry,” Gwen sobbed. “I was blackmailed. Please… I don’t want to go to jail.”

I just want to thank everyone who has come with me on this fluff/adventure/romance of a journey. Although not my first novel, it is one of my first straight-pairings and although I feared Gwen would either be too whiny or hyper, I am glad to see some people enjoyed her personality. I wanted to make her dependable by the end of the book, so I hope I pulled that off. Although I won't be getting to the sequel right away, I do plan to write one for this book. It'll focus on Gwen's twin sons, so please keep an eye out for that in the future!

Rickard can be quite cunning, but he was my partner, and I needed him just as much as he needed me. "Andrew will soon be out of the way, I promise," I said, extending my hand to meet his. “For now, I have bigger problems” The rage returned the moment I said that. “Which are?” “That Gwen. She is in Oklahoma, and to top it off, she works as Andrew's personal assistant," I said, slamming one of my hands on the table. Rickard didn't seem surprised. He literally just looked at me and nodded. “You know?” “Yes. I told you, I keep a close eye on my target.” He pulled out his phone and showed me an image on his phone.

After their last interview, Layla instantly recognized that voice. Her brows knit together ever so slightly. “What’s Gwen doing here?” she wondered. Sure enough, Gwen strolled up beside her, arms folded, eyes glinting with mock curiosity as she gave Felix a slow once-over. “You must be Felix Perry, right? Hi, I’m Gwen Harris. These days, I work as a reporter. “I actually caught wind of something about you recently—a little scandal involving a woman showing up at your family’s estate? Juicy stuff. Care to give me a quote or two? I’d love to share it with my team.”

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

He had a sister, A Beta who gladly welcomed her to spend the night. " The latest information is that Gwen's most of the calls and the number in Vivian's call list, are the same. The location of the number is Magree, Swamp Forest. Possibly, the person who used to send emails is someone you might know." " And?" " Gwen's family members are possibly close to Vivian. Last Christmas, Gwen happened to visit her family. And in a photo of their Christmas day, Vivian was there. But most surprisingly, Vivian seemed to be close to a man. I have no data in our database. He isn't a family of Gwen. According to our database!"

She drifted to Lucille's side and nudged her, silently mouthing, 'Is that him? Lucille nodded. "Otto, let me introduce you. This is Gwen, my best friend. She's an interior designer." Otto smiled and extended his hand. "Otto Westbrook. Nice to meet you." Gwen stared at his hand for several long seconds before finally grabbing it. "Hi! I'm Gwen Taylor. I've heard about you forever. You were three years ahead of us, and by the time we got to school, you'd already graduated early, but your name was everywhere. The awards wall, the alumni board... you were basically a legend. You're so cool."