Gwen Miles 소설 & 이야기

Gwen, however, remained vigilant, using her vast resources to search for Esmeralda. Gwen's personal guard and goddaughter, Maribel, was fiercely loyal. Orphaned at a young age, Maribel had been raised by Gwen to be her silent weapon and confidante. Maribel's past was marked by a forbidden love for Alaric Royale, whom she met at an elite military institution. When Maribel encountered Elona and her triplets in Country C, she was struck by their resemblance to Alaric.

she defended. “Well, she is not only my secretary. She is going to be my wife and your future sister-in-law, so practice respecting her.” Ms. Gwen only rolled her eyes, irritated by what Mr. Darwin said to her. From what I know, she is a famous model at an entertainment agency. Showbiz is her industry and she is the one who followed their mother’s footsteps. The other men in the family were in the business field. “Whatever,” Miss Gwen commented. After I placed the shrimp dish and five spoons of rice on my empty plate, I decided to answer Miss Gwen’s question as if I am not even fazed by her.

I notice she has the same sharp blonde hair as Tina. Even their facial features are similar. "Oh cousin...Gwen here is our pack's performer. She's a r-" Liam does not let her finish. Performer was already a code word for whore. I notice that Miles raises an eyebrow. "Well, I believe we've familiarized ourselves enough? Would you care to dance, Tina?" Liam takes Tina to the dance floor and the rest of the group disperses. Only Miles stays behind. "I've never seen a 'performer' being let into events like these." He says, taking a sip of his drink.

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

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

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I follow his gaze. On first glance, I’d missed her, and I don’t know how. Gwen Collins is standing right next to her sister Dilys. Gwen is in red and Dilys is in navy, but the cut of their dresses is exactly the same, as is the style of their purses and the upsweep of their artfully dyed blonde hair. Dilys has her gloved hand tucked in the crook of Gwen’s elbow. It’s an obvious show of solidarity and status. Gwen is the younger sister, surrounded by the opposition, but she ranks. She’s conceded nothing. She’s switched alliances.

“None of them are her! Not one of them looks like her!” The staff backed away in fear as the manager asked with a shaking voice, “Sir, who do you mean?” “Wendy!” Miles’ eyes were red. “Only the gowns she designs have a soul. These are all trash!” He staggered toward the door and froze as he pushed it open. Across the street, Wendy and Austin walked side by side, coffee cups in hand, chatting and laughing. Miles’ blood ran cold. “Wendy!” He dashed into traffic, ignoring the cars speeding past.

Serena's POV I walked up to Xavier. He'd been smiling when he gave the young woman a helping of the food earlier, but froze when he saw me. His hand paused in midair. "S-Serena?" Ignoring him, I turned to face the woman and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Serena Wilder, Xavier's girlfriend. And you are?" "H-Hi, I'm Tiffany Lowry. I work for Mr. Harrington." Her voice grew quieter toward the end of her introduction, laced with an imperceptible trace of guilt.

"James, is your body something just any doctor can touch? Don't be so careless." Wanda's words pierced Gwen's heart, and her expression turned deeply unpleasant. "Mrs. Bronson Senior, not only am I a longtime friend of Chief Bronson, but I'm also his business partner. I run my own private clinic and research lab overseas and am a well-known cardiothoracic surgeon in Everport." Gwen pulled her business card from her purse and handed it to Wanda, adding, "My skills are no less than those of the doctors around Chief Bronson. So no, I'm not just 'any' doctor."