Gwen Cromwell Novels & Stories

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."

She was sure that they held a grudge against the lycans after what they had been through, but it didn't mean they would fight against the lycans once again in a battle that they might lose. "I know someone that might be able to convince them," Coraline said, and Hazel immediately became curious as to who this person was. "Her name is gwen, and we should go and see her tomorrow" ___________________ ____________________ Coraline and Hazel appeared In front of a castle like mansion in the middle of nowhere... Hazel had no idea where they were all she knew was that this was where Glen lived. The house looked more than centuries old and she wondered why this gwen person lived in a place like this

"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

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.”

he finally responded. Leo's eyebrows rose high in confusion, as the middle of his forehead knotted into a slight frown, “Complicated? How?” Ivan hesitated for a few seconds before he spoke, as if wondering where he would start explaining all the crap he had been having to deal with for the past few days, “Mrs. Hamilton is being a menace, and I am barely keeping it together. Gwen is back too.” “Gwen?” Leo's voice rose an octave as he tried to process if he had heard what Ivan said properly, his right hand rubbing his both ears, “What Gwen?” He couldn't help but ask. “The same one you know. Gwendolyn Ferguson.”

he warned with a smile and went back to the room he'd just left. "Alexander? The Chief Executive Officer?” Gwen spoke with concern. “Why does the Director want to interview me? Surely he has more important things to do.” Looking absently around the room, he noticed the nameplate on the table. "A. Denisov. That must be his wife.” Gwen didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that he was married. Feeling a little bit of both, he walked over to the big window and looked out at the horizon. The view was incredible. “Life on the sixtieth floor definitely has

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 smirked to herself, fully intending to use Damian to her advantage. 'Alright, I’ll find out who your husband’s mistress is,' Damian agreed. 'We’ll meet up once you get all the details on her. Oh, all I know is that her name is Ivy,' Gwen typed back. There was no point in breaking a sweat herself when she could easily let him do the heavy lifting to uncover the woman Jeff was so obsessed with. Bored of tossing and turning on the bed and staring blankly at the TV, Gwen stepped out of her bedroom. She wanted to clear her head and start looking for a proper house for Hans.

Third POV Gwen Astray was the perfect woman—kind, compassionate, and hardworking. A typical human living decently in the eyes of society. She’d been through one tragedy or another in her short life, the greatest, being the death of her beloved husband, ruled out as death by electrocution, even though nothing about Christian Astray’s death suggested that. The evidence should have been enough to pinpoint a suspect at least. But vampires were newly accepted into society, you see—one couldn’t have news like this leaking out to the public.