Gwen Miles 소설 & 이야기

"But we still can't erase that fact. You have to get ready. It just might be closer than you think." Gwen remained silent, nodding once. The air was gloomy and all was quiet. The D-Day was closer than she thought. Who would have known that she would one day go from being a simple songwriter to being the one prophesied to bring down the most powerful being across the realms? To say she wasn't afraid was an understatement. She was more than afraid. She was terrified. And rk make matters worse, she was the obsession of this Supreme Lord, for two lifetimes. What exactly would he do to her once he sees her?

Miles smiled and explained, “I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t say anything. The Quinn family had someone drive me over.” Mr. Fuller looked startled. “The Quinn family? The one that just came back to Jasper City?” Miles answered calmly, “Yes. Gwen Quinn, the younger daughter of the Quinn family, is my girlfriend. We came back together.” Crash. A teacup slipped from a maid’s hand and shattered on the floor. Mr. Fuller’s expression tightened. He turned toward her at once. “So careless! What if you startled Mr. Miles?” The maid lowered her head and quickly crouched down to clean up the broken pieces.

Amber O'Leary came to a sudden stop as she looked Gwen over from head to toe. "So, it's the incredible Gwen Anderson herself," began Amber as she raised her eyebrows, and smiled slightly. "Also known as 'The Lady in Red', and the 'Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue'. The same girl that's trying to raise enough money to expand a hospital; and all of this as a senior in high school. It appears that you're trying to keep the daughter of the next governor of this state away from Steve Hammer. It even looks like you're ready to fight, if necessary. All of this for that bloody guy sitting behind you, Ms. Anderson? Or may I call you Gwen?"

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.

She needed the problem taken care of immediately and didn't want to hear any excuses. The pressed the door bell and didn't waste a few seconds before she pressed again... Gwen answered the door was surpised to see Gina again for the second time that week. She could immediately tell that something was wrong with Gina... She looked really mad and walked into the house without saying word. She walked right into the living room and found Michelle... Michelle was about to take a sip out of tea, but she dropped it when Gina walked in with an envelope in her hand... "Who is she?" Gina said, her eyes red with her... Gwen walked in also and Michelle exchanged confused looks with gwen... "Who are you

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.

I took the card and sat up, flipping it to the front to see what was written on it. Gwendolyn Sinclair Creative Designer House of Gwen My eyes widened as the memory abruptly hit me. Of the woman in the beaded dress, from that charity gala Elias had invited me to as his plus one! She had told me that whenever I wanted to work with her as her muse, I could call her. Jesus Christ, how did I ever forget about that? Staring down at the card now, I realized this could be my one golden ticket to getting out of traveling to Rome with Alessio as his fake girlfriend.

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

With her wet hair, she looked comically bedraggled. Meanwhile, Liam stood to the side, tightly gripping a champagne glass until the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He thought to himself, 'What else has this woman been hiding from me?' as he frowned at Gwyneth standing tall on the stage. 'She's my ex-wife, and now she's a complete mystery.' "Hello everyone, I am Gwyneth, the CEO of AMC. I am honored to have you all here to attend the acquisition banquet of Glen Corporation by AMC," Gwyneth said with a composed expression and posture on the stage.

She turned slowly, like a predator assessing a threat. Mia also stopped, shifting slightly in front of Gwen. Gwen took one deliberate step toward me. Her eyes darkened in a way that almost looked dangerous. "Are you threatening me?" she asked, her voice low, edged with something that felt very real. I tilted my head, pretending to consider the question. "No," I said. Then reconsidered for half a second. "Not yet." I gave a small shrug. "After all, I don't think you'd want Nick to know who you really are, would you? Gwen Kensington… COO of Kensington Valentia."