Gwen Humble Actress Novels & Stories

The King of Merfolk should be bowing to her. She stood in a dress of wrapped coral, curled and swooped off her shoulder like a wave, her brown hair tumbling down the other side on her bare shimmering skin. Her large black eyes scrunched a little as she smiled at the men behind me. "You can call me Gwen." I looked at my mates, giving them a sheepish smile as they glared at me. "In my defence, I didn't know it was her." Dane rolled his eyes, Xavier placing his gun over his shoulder and rose a brow.

“Exactly. I told you, Gwen is fake from head to toe. Don’t let that gentle, elegant act fool you. Underneath it all, she’s vicious.” Lucas was a little startled. After spending this much time around Ivy, he had a decent sense of her personality. Ivy always greeted people with a smile. No matter what she was thinking, she usually kept up appearances. Gwen was the first person Lucas had seen who made Ivy unwilling to even pretend. “Lucas, you’re one of my people now. I need you to see Gwen for who she really is. Don’t be fooled by her act.” Ivy looked at Lucas, but for a moment, it felt as if she were looking through him at someone else.

At the Harson's; They got back home a few minutes later. Gwen was really excited. She couldn't believe that she actually saw the King. He was so handsome! For some reason she felt giddy inside. She immediately scolded herself. She couldn't be a acting like other girls in the village. "How was it?" Mrs Harson asked. "It was very interesting." Gwen replied happily. "Didn't you like it Aurora?" Mrs Harson asked her youngest daughter.

It was Gwen, who was approaching him, smiling and curious while taking a skim on her phone. Both said, "Are you—" "State your words first," the actor clearly said while taking his sunglasses. Gwen, who was hesitating to say a word, felt doubt about what she had to tell the actor. She couldn't open her mouth as well as her mind was empty. Gwen began to express her curiosity as Terrence bulged his eyes, signaling the woman to move on. "Well, actually I... I have something to tell you about Jirah, but—" She was hesitating to continue her sentence, thinking of a way to mislead the man about Jirah's disappearance in Korea.

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con

She drifted to Lucille's side and nudged her, silently mouthing, 'Is that him? Lucille nodded. "Otto, let me introduce you. This is Gwen, my best friend. She's an interior designer." Otto smiled and extended his hand. "Otto Westbrook. Nice to meet you." Gwen stared at his hand for several long seconds before finally grabbing it. "Hi! I'm Gwen Taylor. I've heard about you forever. You were three years ahead of us, and by the time we got to school, you'd already graduated early, but your name was everywhere. The awards wall, the alumni board... you were basically a legend. You're so cool."

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

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.

Gwen handed over a piece of candy and quipped, “You’re always dieting for your acting roles. Have a candy now, just in case you get low blood sugar when you go up to accept the Best Actress award later.” Molly took the candy; it was a classic candy. She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth, savoring the sweet flavor. Gwen leaned in and whispered mischievously, “I’m sure it’ll be you! None of the other actresses are as good-looking as you.” Ocelotte shot his sister a sidelong glance. “This isn’t about looks. If it were, there’d be no suspense.” Gwen felt like she’d just been force-fed a lovey-dovery scene. Yuck!

Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples. "Then go play with them, dirty thing." Marcel saw that Sadie was about to wake up and impatiently stopped paying attention to the so-called fearsome ghost. Gwen's ghost felt that killing these both is better than killing Dolores and Naomi, seeing that it was almost morning, the ghost humphed and disappeared from the room.