Novel & Cerita Gwen Cromwell

"Mr. and Mrs. Swanson, hello! I had no idea you'd be here as well." She bowed and scraped like an obsequious lapdog, piling on the flattery as thick as she could. "I'm Gwen Blanchard, from Blanchard Group. I didn't realize Ms. Swanson was also getting married here today—what a coincidence! I was just about to teach these two troublemakers a lesson. I'm so terribly sorry for disturbing you." The next second, as if a thought had just struck her, she shot a smirk at Aurelia and me.

Well, except for the gaze of the man burning holes through my head, I was fine. "I'm Damon. You caught my attention since the beginning of the show but I did not want to disturb you so I waited till the end of the show to approach you." I breathed out as if he was nervous to talk to me. Looking at him now, he had great looks. He was pretty handsome and he was taller than I am. Very well. But not as tall as…. Stop that right now, it thought. "Oh….. I… I'm not very good at this. My name is Gwen. I'm a fashion enthusiast that luckily got an invite to come to a great show like this one." I said to him and he laughed. He had a nice smile.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

Thankfully my hair is all-natural, unlike Steph. "Are you okay?"I asked Carmen. We were sitting at the bar. She was calming herself down with her fourth gin and tonic. "I've never been better actually. She deserved everything she got after what she did to Ethan. All this time she was just as fake as her hair."She threw Stephanie's extension towards me on the bar and chuckled."I always hated her." "I think it's safe to say that she's not coming to your wedding now. She's probably already called Ethan and told him."

Gwen said to them as she raised her hand to knock on the door of the leaders of the Dark witches in the southern coven. They stood there for a few seconds before the door was finally opened by a woman... the woman who opened the door looked pretty young and someone could easily mistake her for a teenager but she wasn't... she was much older than anyone could imagine, but tried her best to maintain a youthful appearance... her green eyes immediately squinted as she stared at them suspiciously... "Gwen," She said in a low voice, and the three of them didn't miss the anger in her tone... "Lisa," Gwen responded... they all stared at each other for a few seconds before the lady named Lisa made wa

"Sitting under the leaking roof of a country house, I thought how wonderful it would be if I could transform into a swan flying overhead, to soar to the bustling capital, to see the palace and discover what the Golden Hall looked like." The palace gates were secluded, with only a window on the left slightly ajar. The sky was overcast, the light dim. In the once bustling Avalon Golden Hall, not a single servant was to be seen now. Only Elinor de Clare remained, sitting tall in front of an intricately carved ivory white marble table, moving a queen chess piece across the black board with her slender, pale fingers. Her golden gown spread out long behind her, its complex patterns barely glimmeri

Danielle Hartford stared at the email she just received in disbelief. Why would the famous billionaire Vincent Cromwell, proprietor and retired CEO of the Cromwell Reckitt Group of Companies send her an email? What could he need from a next-to-nothing matrimonial agency like hers? Surely, at seventy-two, he wouldn’t need their services to find him a bride! Maybe he wanted a bride for his grandson, the hottest man on earth, Knox Zachary Cromwell. How could she forget her first and only crush?

Gwen's pov My eyes fell on the dress that was hang against my closet, simple but a gorgeous dress. I shut my bathroom door behind me, I smiled by six this evening I would be going to a dinner with Doctor Matthew. I walked towards my opened laptop. On the screen showed Doctor Matthew’s reply. I chuckled to myself. I heard a car start, I rushed towards my window. It was the same car that was following me yesterday. They were right about their suspicion and I pray they don't discover Cristóbal. I closed the curtains back and went to put on my clothes.

"And I can't blame her. Look at them. I've never seen a better looking couple, not even in the movies. Gwen always raves about my looks, but she's drop dead gorgeous and doesn't even realize it, but Steve does. He knew it even when she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans at the mall. He saw it before we did. This is going to be a romance for the ages!" Gwen had never been so nervous about the first day of school. She took a seat next to Charlotte and waited for attendance to be taken. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Angela Walker, looked over the room as she waited for quiet, and then she began. "Thomas Acker?" was the first name on her list. She glanced at him when he signaled that he was pr

Queen Normana suddenly spoke up. Gwen immediately straightened once she spoke. Queen Normana was a woman in her late forties. She had curly brown hair and a silver crown sat on top of it. Her dress was blue and it made her pop out in the room. She had a gentle but firm expression as she addressed Gwen. “Act-” “Gwen actually lives in Naudis with her parents.” Ace spoke up, cutting her off.