Gwen Miles Novels & Stories

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."

Gwen arranged for a private meeting with the young woman under the guise of mentorship. “My dear,” Gwen said with a warm smile, “I couldn’t help but notice you during today’s event. Your beauty and charm are extraordinary. Have you ever considered working with the royal family?” Garcia, flattered and eager for new opportunities, agreed without hesitation. Gwen’s plan was already in motion. The next day, Gwen orchestrated a casual meeting between Hesperus and Garcia. The King, known for his frivolous nature, was immediately captivated by the young woman. Her fiery spirit and exotic beauty drew him in, just as Gwen had hoped.

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.

“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.

I narrowed my eyes, focusing my acute hearing to filter out the heavy rain pounding on the tin roof, catching the choked cries of a nanny that echoed through the window pane as the clinic door suddenly flew open and brilliant fluorescent lights flared to life: "Oh my god, Miss Gwendolyn! Where have you been all night? How did you end up like this, Miss Gwen?!" Gwendolyn Miller. I stood silently in the dead of night, my crimson eyes slowly narrowing as I etched the name that had just reached my ears into my mind. So, she was the young lady of the Miller house.

she added. Gwen chuckled as she sat on the bed. "I've been wanting to talk to you about what you said the other day," she said. "About the dreams?" Maya asked. "Yes," Gwen replied, nodding. "How do you know that I do have dreams?" She asked. Maya shrugged. "Everyone dreams, right?" She asked as she sipped the lemon tea. Gwen nodded. "Yes, but, I do have extraordinary dreams, Luna. I dream of people that I cannot remember their faces once I wake up. I only recall their names," she replied.

When laughter fit, they joined in; beyond that, their words carried almost nothing. Floating above the room, Mrs. Evelyn sat rigid in her tall chair, ruler of every glance and whisper. Her gaze cut first - then, if needed, her words followed like snapped twigs underfoot. And Gwen. Into each circle she stepped, Gwen slipping between voices as if her words had always been part of them. The cream silk caught light when she turned, fabric whispering with every step. Her grin never wavered, smooth but real enough to pull people in. Close to Ethan now, one quiet line slipped out - his lips lifted, just slightly, trained grace taking over. Then away again, floating toward Mrs. Evelyn with praise sh