Gwen Cromwell Novels & Stories

She returned to us shortly and said, “Okay, we can go now.” “Not yet,” I said with a shake of my head, and I saw curiosity spark within Rosaline’s tired eyes. “Damien?” She called out as I headed up to Gwen’s gravestone, but I waved a hand at her to show her that everything was fine. I kneeled before the gravestone and read the writings on it. Gwendolyn Beckett, 1998–2023. A soul is engraved in our hearts.

a voice resounded in the hall and it was Gwen, she couldn't take the humiliation anymore and walked up to Amy. " What games are you playing now Amy?" She yelled Angrily and it spiked the people's interest. " Amy?" Everyone asked because the lady just introduced herself as Teresa Martins so why was Gwen calling her Amy. " What do you mean Miss Wilson?You and I both know that fifty percent of Luca shares were bought right so why are you claiming ignorance?" Teresa asked Mockingly, she was enjoying the look on both mother and daughter's faces. " You are lying and I will not allow you to take what I have labored for all these years" Gwen snapped.

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

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.

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

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.