Gwen Cromwell Novels & Stories

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Gwen flipped her blonde hair, staring at the guards in disbelief. "A misunderstanding? You're the ones who've totally misunderstood. Look at this fat pig? Do you think she looks like Luna material? You even placed her in the front row like she's someone important. This woman was the Whitecrest Pack's slave. She worked as our omega and was the lowest of the lowest. How dare she sit in the front row like she's someone important? Everyone, this woman doesn't deserve to be in this place. She's not even a real Luna!" Gwen yelled. Everyone's eyes were on us, and they whispered among themselves.

Did he think Gwen was our mate after all this? “Xael oh Xael…you and your pack can do anything to me. You will never have Xena again. One by one, this pack will die. I have won. Your parents and this pack thought you won back then. You were wrong. I won!” Gwen brags with an evil grin. I don’t even understand what she is bragging about. I have never done anything to her. “Gwen is Gragoli the witch your parents banished years back.”

No. This is all going wrong. I'm fucking it up. Typical. Let's try a different tack. My name is Gwenhwyfar Carew - that's more-or-less Jennifer to those of you not blessed enough to be a countrywoman of mine. I was born in the hamlet of Kilryden in the year of your Lord 1793. I was eighteen when it was my time to go - stabbed twice (among other, less pleasant things) and buried alive (briefly) in a shallow woodland grave. The only flowers that ever grew for me were Celandine. No stone ever marked me, no parents got to cry over my shrouded and shriven corpse - I was a foundling girl, a ward of the Methodist Church, missed maybe only by the local priest who had loved me and raised me as best h

“Someone I know. Not an important person. So, no need to overthink about her.” Emily was silent for a while, but somehow, from how the woman carried herself, she wondered if she should ask further. “Is she your assistant?” “Hmm, well, you can say that.” A mistress was an assistant for his physical needs. So, he didn’t lie by giving an answer like that. “Oh, who’s her name?” “Gwen. Gwen Johnson.” Why did the name sound so familiar to her? She frowned as she jogged her memory. After a while, she finally remembered. Jacob’s ex-fiance’s name after Amy was Gwen Johnson, but she didn’t know what Gwen looked like as she hadn’t met her yet.

"I have a few questions for you. You're Beta Matthew from the Rabidcrest territory, correct?" "Yes, that's correct. What's this about?" "Do you recall the night of William Cromwell's death?" William... Alpha William? This is what it's about? What's going on? "Only the morning," I explained. "He was found murdered. I was summoned there myself by my sister. She's Luna April Rabidcrest." "You are aware then that your Luna has been hiding the fact of William's death from the king." "Only delaying the message."

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

Suddenly aware of the looks she received from the other maids, she went for the large tea pot but Mrs Browns walked over to her. "That will have to wait, dear. You need to get to the main house and help Master Dominic with his…" She looked embarrassed "Bath and anything he might require of you." she said avoiding eye contact with her. "Since when does Dominic need a maid for his bath?" The Montego family members didn't have personalized maids. Everyone cleaned but no one was assigned any special tasks. "Maybe since he moved you up into a private cottage behind the castle." Emily glared and Mrs Brown gave a rebuking look and turned to Isabella.

She growled in her distorted voice. "Well that is because I aksed you to and its basic etiquette." Gwen looked at her innocently. "Who are you?" She spoke coldly as she scanned Gwen's face intensely. "I'm Gwen, an omega wolf." She chirped with a bright smile in her face. "Well, my question. Why are you here? What is your king playing that he had to send his front line soldier here. But that's not all because I really need to commend your skills! You fit in perfectly and hid the Oracle well." Gwen rambled, and her emotions changed along with her questions.