Gwen Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

"Why are you asking about my daughter, Dante?" Mr Vegas asked. "Well we are looking for Geremia and we can't find him anywhere, we wanted to ask her if she had seen him" Dante replied. "well, my daughter has been staying away from him like you requested" Mr Vegas replied. "We just want to ask her, it's just a friendly conversation" Dante replied. "Well Vanna already retired for the night, she went with her friends for some kind of sleepover, she is an adult, I don't really keep track of her movements. Maybe you should realize that Geremia is an adult as well" he told Dante.

People began murmuring, their whispers threading through the air like invisible tendrils. "Is that Gwen Summerbell?" "She looks even more stunning than before." "Didn't she disappear after her father took her to London?" I ignored them, keeping my head high. Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, a familiar one emerged. "Gwen!" Jersey, the birthday girl herself, rushed toward me, her arms outstretched. She was as radiant as ever in a stunning deep-red gown, her dark curls styled to perfection. I smiled as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

You really expected her to give up a life of comfort with a wealthy and gorgeous count in order to live in a drafty old cellar with a deformed crazy, didn't you? "If I had known... He needed her. Not according to the count. Raoul might have chosen any one of the other available women. "The phantom was a person who committed murder." A mumbled, "I think the pot is calling the kettle black," was heard. Gwen swung his handkerchief aggressively in his direction. Phil furrowed one of his brows. Is that correct? What exactly are you going to accuse me of?" “Nothing. I mean, you are a vampire. I just assumed … anyway, never mind."

"How long have they been gone?" Danica asks. Ghost begins to growl in the car. She leaps out of the window taking her position in front of Danica. Three cars drive in, parking behind the Jeep. I can still drive out if I need to. The guys both come over to me taking their usual defensive positions "Dan, you're serious about this bitch?" Gwen asks rushing in front of the others. The four others with her are definitely Gwen's brothers. Ghost keeps barking at them.

However, the unexpected happened. The door opened from the inside, someone pulled her in. "Here she is, Grandpa. She's a bit shy, so I forced her in." Although surprised by the tall man's words next to her, Gwen was relieved that he explained the situation. "During the day, Mr. Jason Cartwright, I am Gwyneth Stewart, or commonly called Gwen, pleased to meet you," she greeted politely. "I came here to—" "So, this is your chosen woman?" Gwen's heart stopped for a moment upon hearing that, and she shifted her attention to the handsome man. "Chosen woman?" she muttered.

Gwen hissed, trying to free herself. I smiled and tightened my grip on her fake dainty throat, “It was a nice story, I must give you that but you missed one think dear Gwen or whatever your real name is. you missed to cloak the hollowness of your voice. I know you are not even a woman. So do the honours and come and fight me in your real, you fucking imposter.” Gwen again tried to fool me, her eyes went darker and she looked eerily at me and again in her sweet voice pleaded to me, “Im- Imposter? I am Gwen, Gwen Cynthia, Thia.”

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol