Gwen Miles Novels & Stories

Gwen had been doing this deliberately, making herself seem lost and helpless, all to unsettle me, to wedge distance between Muriel and me. I needed to bring her to the Raventhorn Pack to make her remember the agreement we made two years ago. Gwen needed to remember her place in my life!

she whispered. I did not make a movement immediately. Then after a few seconds had passed, I peered my one eye open and checked if the coast was really clear. There was nothing like being extra safe. When I was satisfied with what I saw, it being only Tania, I sat up and released a heavy breath. "That was close," I whispered. "You're one mad actor," Tania replied. "I thought Gwen could see through us," she whispered. "You see, Gwen just naturally trusts no one. So she would oppose whatever you say. Be it right or wrong, truth or false. The only person she hardly opposes is Circe. So I knew that all I had to do was stand my ground," I explained.

“Can you please move over?” Melissa’s eyes were attentive to Oneil. By noticing that he must talking to someone close to him, she headed there. “Hello, who is with you Mr. Mercator?” Melissa asked while smiling sweetly at the young lady. “This is my cousin, Gwyneth,” Oneil answered and nudged Gwyneth. “Go introduce yourself.” Gwyneth grinned with a silly smile. She extended her hand in excitement. “Hello Miss Melissa. I’m Gwyneth Mercator. I’m also an aspiring equestrian.”

Zezi stood up, startled by her actions. Gwen's hands wrapped around Zezi's feet as she wept. "I must have died and gone to heaven. My wishes are coming true." Zezi's doubt increased about her knowledge and her act of pretense. Could she really be doing this? "I'm still not letting your King--" "Put strangers in you. I know, my Milady." Gwen looked up with a devilish grin. "There will be no strangers involved." What had possesesed her? "I'm going to need more food, because the 'mighty' artistic spirit in me is going to need all the strength it can get."

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.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Wanda said hugging Giselle and waving the others bye before driving off. "Okay, I need to be somewhere now. I'll be back soon, see ya!" Gwen said and hopped on her bike zooming off. "Like that? Is she on a hunt?" Samantha said making the three laugh. "God bless her target then." Giselle snickered plopping down in the sofa and switching on the TV. ********* Gwen zoomed past the streets entering into a very posh neighborhood, probably housing high ranking supernatural beings. Gwen pared her bike inside an outdoor parking space and climbed the railings of a "highly guarded mansion".

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned to glance at the party, I made eye contact with Elijah as he chatted up with my bubbly sister, she was grining from ear to ear like the chesire cat, anymore desperate Quinn and you'd score him. Quinn had her hands all over his right arm, as she was most likely sweet talking him. That's all she's good at it, yet she was the perfect daughter, there are many words to desrcibe Quinn Brinx, and none of them is 'perfect'. Her silky grey dress hugged her body, falling down her chest just enough, to show cleavage, way to go Mom. I lookec back at Mira who was also eyeing the pair,she made a face then turned her back to them, keeping her focus on me.