Gwen Cromwell Novels & Stories

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

- 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.

I just gave Gwen a look. Gwen immediately caught on and stepped forward with a serious expression. "Mr. Edward, Mr. Caleb, I've already identified these two people." She lifted her phone and paused the video on Anne's face. "This woman here is your personal secretary, Mr. Caleb. How could you possibly not recognize her?" "What?" Caleb's face went blank. He grabbed the phone, stared at it for a long moment, then forced a laugh. "Oh, I see it now. They just look alike. Anne's family is well-off. Why would she dress like that and chase clout online? Gwen, are you sure you've got the right person?"

In his hand he carried two peaces of cloth rolled in seal and in my assumption, the clothes carried the royal letter to the Lyle family. "You're welcome Mister?" Puzzled Edward greeting the gentleman. "Sir. Gaylord Walton. You can call me Mr. Walton." He gently spoke picking up a chair from the table. "You're welcome to the Lyle villa Mr. Walton. What's for us from the king?" "King joseph Duskwick III." He stated proceeding. "Sends his condolences to the Lyle heiress Miss Tara marinda Lyle for her loss. He also continues to say that he had a good friend in the late Mr. Flynn Lyle. With him he had trusted the finding of his only heir and daughter Princess Willette Duskwick I the duchess of Ek

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

When the car moved, Bettina turned to face the guarded wife. However, Bettina only stood where she was. “Gryphon never told me about your current relationship with that Roxanne Cromwell, but I have to warn you. The Pearce and the Cromwell are despicable people. There is nothing more worthy in their eyes but the riches they make along the way.” “What are you saying?”

A demonstration of her reach. Just then, a sleek silver sedan pulled up, and a woman in a trench coat, trailed by a cameraman, jumped out. Caleb Thorne. His eyes found me immediately, sharp and calculating. He didn’t even bother with a greeting. “Gwen. A terrible tragedy. Any comment on the rumors?” I stared at him, numb. “What rumors?”

"Why aren't you in bed? You should have called for me if you needed something, if Arthur sees you, he would be so hard to pacify again." "I know, I know. I will return to bed, as soon as I find a new book to keep myself busy with. In the meantime, who is this gentleman?" "He is..." "Lance Miller." Lance introduced as he came over to take Gwen's hand and kissed it. "I am a friend of your sister." A friend? Well, I wouldn't call him my friend, but... "She has never mentioned you." Gwen said, giving me a look. "I am Gwendolyn Geraldton, Duchess of Arana. Welcome to my home."

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.