Gwen Miles Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Cyrus Parker cried as he begged me to let his childhood sweetheart, Paige Gallagher, give birth to his child. I agreed, but soon I named my conditions. Paige and her child were to be sent abroad, never to return to this country. At the same time, Cyrus needed to compensate me with half of the Parker family's assets. Everyone called me a materialistic wrench who had her eye on the Parkers' wealth this whole time. As for Cyrus, he'd rather make an enemy out of the entire Parker family just so he could protect that child. Five years later, when I go to a neighboring city on a business trip, I stumble upon a lost boy. So, I take him to the police station and have him contact his family there. The police officer dials the phone number that the boy is able to recite for him. Soon, I hear a familiar voice coming from the phone. "Don't be scared now. I'll come over and pick you up right away." In less than half an hour, Cyrus, who's supposed to be in a business meeting that's taking place thousands of miles away, rushes into the police station. I meet his gaze from my seat on the bench, leaving him stunned. A smile appears on my face as I get up from the bench. "I didn't even know you'd sired another son with another woman behind my back, Cyrus. It seems that you won't be able to keep the other half of your wealth now."

Ivy Morgan married Damon, the Alpha of the Snowrich Pack, for years and she gave him everything—her love, her loyalty, their son, Miles. But Damon never truly loved her. His heart always belonged to Serena, his first love. Serena had left him years ago, but now she is back. Ivy catches them together in her matrimonial bed, but the worst part? Her five year old son, Miles, calls Serena “Mommy.” Because Serena has been visiting him secretly and playing the ‘fun mom’ while Ivy does all the hard work. Broken and shattered, Ivy refuses Damon’s money to remain silent and she refuses to leave, because of Miles. But her best fried, Tara, could not watch her suffer anymore. She tracks down Ivy’s long lost brothers, Pedro and Liam, who arrive in time and forced Ivy to face the truth…that this place is killing her. Ivy leaves Snowrich Pack with her brothers and returns to her real identity—a tech genius that no one knew about. She rebuilds herself. Becomes powerful. Beautiful. Unstoppable. Meanwhile, Damon starts to realize what he had lost. Serena panics and tried countless times to sabotage Ivy. Ivy meets Kael, an Alpha of a neighboring pack, who sees her true worth. But when her brothers discovers that Kael, who is their Buisness partner and close friend is getting so close with their sister, things get complicated. And Damon? He will regret the day he threw her away.

Lyra Bennet made a mistake… After years of a committed relationship to her boyfriend Levi, Lyra plans to give him the only thing she has always held from him: Her Innocence. Yet the night doesn’t go exactly as planned, and she ends up sleeping with someone else instead, Her boyfriend’s brother. Lyra has betrayed Levi in the worst way possible. She loves him, she really does. But even love isn’t enough to prepare her for what comes next. Lyra finds out she’s not the one who’s cheated on their relationship. Levi has also been busy, but while she felt guilt for betraying him, Levi has been lying right to her face - the same way he’s been doing for months now while he betrayed all that was ever between them. With the pain and hurt running through her, Lyra decides she won’t be the fool he cheats on and calls “babe” right after he’s fucked her bestfriend. No. To get back at her boyfriend, Lyra becomes determined to chase his brother Christian Storm and become his sister-in-law. But Christian Storm is much more than just a man…. He’s a force to be reckoned with. While Lyra plans to simply use Christian for revenge, she realizes something as she tries to use him. Lyra realises there can be no other man for her except him. Her heart has been captured, by a man she might never be able to have…. Because not only is he miles out of her league… Christian also has a fiancée.

The Rejected Luna’s Revenge: Six Alphas and a Secret Pregnancy Book 2: The Sovereign Queen’s Coronation The bond is severed. The secrets are out. And the Northlands are about to burn. After surviving three years of cold rejection and a brutal exile, Sierra Vaughn is no longer the "wolfless" Omega of the Steele Pack. Returned to her true throne as the Lunar Heiress, she is shielded by the Vaughn Circle—six elite Alpha brothers who have turned their collective power into a shield for her and her unborn twins. While Landon and Miles begin the surgical dismantling of Steele Industries, and Dr. Aaron monitors the staggering power of the pups growing within her, Sierra is forced to navigate the treacherous political waters of the Great-Packs. No longer a submissive wife, she must reclaim her voice and her strength, transforming her misunderstood power into a weapon that will unite the ancient territories. But across the border, Cameron Steele is falling apart. The Severance he thought would set him free has instead left a void that no high-ranking mate can fill. As the truth of Sierra’s heritage—and her pregnancy—leaks through the Steele Pack’s crumbling defenses, Cameron’s regret turns into a feral obsession. He didn't just throw away a wife; he discarded the Sovereign of the North. Lexi Hart’s lies are being dismantled brick by brick, but a cornered wolf is the most dangerous. As Lexi plots a final, desperate act of sabotage to maintain her stolen status, Cameron prepares to go to war against the Vaughn Circle to reclaim the mate he betrayed. He is desperate to apologize. He is starving for her scent. But to reach Sierra, Cameron won't just have to face her brothers—he’ll have to face the Queen she has become.

My girlfriend had always been drawn to powerful men, yet she was perfectly content to keep a useless intern on her payroll. She said she loved me with her whole life. When a routine health screening showed that the intern and I shared a rare blood type, she chose to keep him close. She claimed it was just a precaution, a backup source of blood in case I ever needed it. She cooked for him, took him on trips, made him gifts by hand, and fussed over him at every turn. She insisted it was all for my sake. To build good karma for my future. Then I was in a car accident. She arranged for blood to be brought in from over 60 miles away rather than let the intern donate a single drop. She said he had a cold and worried his blood might make me sick. The next day, the intern was diagnosed with uremic nephropathy. My girlfriend drugged me and had me wheeled into the operating room to donate a kidney before I could say a word. Her voice was gentle when she explained it afterward. "Daniel is our trump card. He has to stay healthy. He can only be used when your life is genuinely on the line, not wasted on every small setback. I had you donate the kidney for your own future, so you would stop overthinking everything. Once you are out of surgery, I am marrying you." What she did not know was that I already had mid-stage leukemia. The surgery accelerated its spread. I was dying, and I would never have the chance to marry her.

Four years of loving Marchello Enzo taught me one thing— it was finally time to let him go. He was the Don of the Marchello mafia empire. And I was supposed to become his Donna—his partner, his equal, the woman who stood at his side. But the moment his childhood sweetheart returned, radiant and adored, I understood something painfully simple: The title of Donna was never meant for me. It belonged to her. So before I walked away, I made three quiet decisions— First, I tossed the wedding ring he believed I treasured, and altered my million-dollar wedding dress to the measurements of the woman who had always held his heart. Second, I packed every extravagant gift he had ever given me—and donated them all to charity. They had once felt like proof of love; now they were nothing but proof of my foolishness. Third,I reclaimed a position I once abandoned for him—one I had turned down twice because he wanted me at his side. This time, I chose myself. My work. My life. A path that did not depend on his promises. On the day of his wedding, when he lifted the bride’s veil and realized it wasn’t me… the ruler of a billion-dollar underworld empire shattered. He tore the city apart looking for me— But he never found me. Because by then, I was already thousands of miles away, buried in my work, building the life he never believed I’d choose. I held the one secret he never imagined he’d lose: our child.

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?

After I get reborn, I've orchestrated every missed moment with my biological parents. When they want to take my adopted sister, Simone Graham, to take a family portrait, I'll take cold showers so that I can catch a fever. When they decide to book a cruise ship overseas in order to celebrate Simone's birthday, I join a classified project, which stops me from leaving the country. When they start a company for Simone, I quickly apply to get dispatched to South City, which is 600 miles away from my hometown. I also make sure to declare that I will never fight with Simone over anything in life. In my previous lifetime, Simone and I had been fighting over our parents' affection for decades. But all I got were comments on how manipulative and cunning I was. Everyone preferred Simone, who was pure and innocent, while showing disdain toward me, who was a woman of little words. Even my own husband and child couldn't understand my pain at all. "We're all family here, aren't we? Can't you just stop your dramatics for a few days? Whenever I come home, you always start a fight and cause unrest among everyone! You really should reflect on your own actions!" Just like that, I died on my sickbed all alone. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I get accepted back into my family. This time, I'm not going to fight anymore. I'm going to live for myself instead.

Jake Monroe, heir to the Monroe Shipping fortune, boards the luxury cruise ship Royal with his ambitious parents. His father, Miles, is determined to find Jake a wealthy wife to expand their business empire. He dismisses a modestly dressed young woman as unsuitable—a "gold digger" beneath their social class. Against his father's wishes, Jake is drawn to this mysterious woman, who turns out to be Amity Jenkins, a world-renowned violinist performing under a stage name. Playing her unique transparent violin called the Crystal Voice, Amity captivates audiences with haunting melodies that speak of rebellion and longing for freedom. Both Jake and Amity are secretly struggling against their families' expectations. Jake yearns to marry for love rather than money, while Amity has been hiding her true identity as an heiress to Jenkins-Whitmore Industries, one of Monroe Shipping's biggest rivals. She's created this separate musical life to escape the politics of high society and prove herself through talent rather than inherited wealth. Their growing connection is complicated by family pressure, class assumptions, and hidden truths. Jake's father pushes him toward "suitable" matches like Rebecca Ashford, while Amity's brother Liam tracks her down, demanding she return to the family business. Past betrayals have left Amity wary of trust, especially from someone in Jake's social circle. As the ship sails toward the Mediterranean, both must decide whether to continue living the lives their families have planned or risk everything for authentic connection and self-determination. Their story unfolds against the backdrop of maritime luxury, where appearances deceive and true identity lies beneath the surface.

In the seventh year of my long-distance relationship with my girlfriend Quinn Summers, I quit my job without telling her and traveled more than six-hundred miles to Oceanton. I only wanted to surprise her and ask her to marry me. When the receptionist heard I was looking for Quinn, her expression slightly shifted. "Our CEO Ms. Summers is still in a meeting. Please wait a moment." I was surprised. Quinn had never told me she had been promoted. During our video call last week, she had even complained about how stressful work was and how far away a promotion felt. When I turned around, I heard the receptionist whispering to her coworker. "So… This is the guy Ms. Summers is keeping on the side? Seriously, he has some nerve, coming all the way to the company." "If Mr. Gomez finds out Ms. Summers is cheating during their marriage, this is going to be very bad." I was about to turn back and tell them they had the wrong person. Quinn was not married, and I was her real boyfriend of ten years. But before I could speak, a man in a black suit walked in from the revolving door. The receptionists immediately fell silent and greeted him with deep respect. "Mr. Gomez." The man was on the phone, his voice low and gentle. "Honey, I'm downstairs. You must come with me to your prenatal checkup today!" A clear female voice came through the phone, agonizingly sweet. "I know, honey. The meeting's almost over. Wait for me at the guest lounge." I had listened to that voice for seven years. I knew it far too well. It was my girlfriend, Quinn.