Gwen Cromwell Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Gwen cast a glance in the direction of Phil, who was standing at the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and a reassuring smile on his lips. "I've called you here tonight to tell you good-bye," Gwen remarked to her friend. "Greta, who is my aunt, is the one who should be Alpha, and I am elevating her to that position right now. We have come to the conclusion that, at least for the time being, I will only hold the title of Alpha in name. I am thankful to each of you for the assistance you have provided over the past few weeks. You need simply give me a call in the event that I am required for anything, and I will be here.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

Gwen The name on the page seemed to alter the room around me. Aurelia Cruz. I read it again, hoping that familiarity would come with the second glance. It did not. “I have never heard that name,” I said. Adrian kept his eyes on the ledger. “Neither have I.” The answer unsettled me more than recognition would have. Aurelia was not listed among the people we had spent months investigating. She was not connected to Mason, Kai, Marcus, or Camilla in any of the information Adrian had shown me. Yet her name appeared beneath a designation that seemed to sit above Marcus himself.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.