Novel & Cerita Gwen Cromwell

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 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?" "My Lady." Gwen said as she tried to searched the wardrobe for the gown that was suitable for tonight ceremony on her Lady. Her Lady had seemed too occupied these days that she had not even made any preparations towards the ceremony at all, but lucky for her, she had a maid like Gwen, and a person with Gwen was a person with no problems, because she would take care of everything. With her right measurements, Gwen had gone to see the Royal Seamstress and stocked her Mistress's wardrobe with different dresses made in varieties of colors, except white.

As soon as Gwen crossed the threshold into the room, her steps slowed down when she caught sight of who was already seated at the breakfast table. Lady Jane Farrington, a woman of noble lineage and considerable influence. As the daughter of a marquess and the niece of Alexander's uncle, she was fitting as the candidate for the king's lady in waiting. Against herself, Gwen was uneasy at the simple presence. It shouldn't threaten her, but it did, and the air in the room grew heavier, tension weighing on it.

Gwen muttered, laughing evilly. ... That night, Zara decided to spend time with Catherine, her aunt Anna and Lia. While Carl was in his office, reading some scrolls. "Your majesty, lady Gwen would like to see you, should I let her in?" his guard's announced. Carl frowned slightly, remembering what she said about Zara. But he still agreed to see her. "Let her in," he ordered. Gwen walked into the office, her gaze narrowing slightly, to take a quick glance around.

she defended. “Well, she is not only my secretary. She is going to be my wife and your future sister-in-law, so practice respecting her.” Ms. Gwen only rolled her eyes, irritated by what Mr. Darwin said to her. From what I know, she is a famous model at an entertainment agency. Showbiz is her industry and she is the one who followed their mother’s footsteps. The other men in the family were in the business field. “Whatever,” Miss Gwen commented. After I placed the shrimp dish and five spoons of rice on my empty plate, I decided to answer Miss Gwen’s question as if I am not even fazed by her.

"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.

Besides it’s not like she planned going here from the very start. “She’s wonderful wasn’t she? She really pulled the audience in.” Ms. Finnegan complimented and Catherine thought that this instructor had forgotten the she had heard all the nonsense Ms. Finnegan spouted at Lyra. “Sure, it didn’t seem you liked her during your class.” Catherine said unamused and Ms. Finnegan nervously laugh at Catherine’s comment. Catherine was sure that Ms. Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection.

Headmistress Temple’s eyes bright, “One of our most promising students.” One of the knights bowed his head in her direction, and Elaine repaid the favor with a slight curtsy. It felt odd to do, but it was simple etiquette, and messing up such a simple practice would have been a red flag that she was nervous. The knight who had bowed spoke, low and curt, “I am Tristan, the master of the guard.”