Gwen Humble Actress Novels & Stories

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.

"Gwen, I've never seen you act this way before," began Paula. "You're becoming obsessed with this actor. He's just a man, not some kind of superhero. He's not even that good an actor. Why are you being so sophomoric?" "He's a very good actor!" asserted Gwen. "He's been in dozens of TV shows and movies. He's handsome, buff, famous, and talented. I can't wait to meet him and show him around town. People are going to be so jealous!"

When she was sure she would succeed in humiliating me like she had in the past. Too bad, I'm not Raina the pushover anymore. Gwen’s eyes were red, and her mascara had made dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Silas denying her must have been a huge blow if she didn’t care about her appearance. Gwen was someone who always cared about her looks..

Gwen told me in a deceptively calm voice, similar to what a hunter would use to lure chickens to slaughter. “You fucking deceived me.” “I didn’t. This is a real job and it was a real offer I made to you. Which is still available if you wish to accept it.” I stared at her like she was crazy. It seemed like I was also going crazy because nothing was making sense. “Georgina here is one of my models but she didn’t walk in tonight’s show.” Gwen explained. “Now I’m not sure what issues exist between the two of you but I apologize for her aggressive behavior. It isn’t typical of her.”

He had spent many years trapped in a lie, and he wondered if he would ever feel gratitude for life, and if he would ever find a chance to breathe easy again. Gwen passed a distinguished and professional image through the halls, dressed in a fitted skirt and blazer that reached knee length. Her hair was up in a bun and her heels were practical enough without being dowdy. She still had a slim figure after giving birth to Jonah eight years ago. For someone under thirty, her presence and stature commanded respect, and there was no doubt that she was the authority figure at that successful elementary school.