Novel & Cerita Gwen Miles

After their last interview, Layla instantly recognized that voice. Her brows knit together ever so slightly. “What’s Gwen doing here?” she wondered. Sure enough, Gwen strolled up beside her, arms folded, eyes glinting with mock curiosity as she gave Felix a slow once-over. “You must be Felix Perry, right? Hi, I’m Gwen Harris. These days, I work as a reporter. “I actually caught wind of something about you recently—a little scandal involving a woman showing up at your family’s estate? Juicy stuff. Care to give me a quote or two? I’d love to share it with my team.”

"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."

"But first, I need to find something to wear." Gwen was unable to sit still because she was too giddy at the prospect of marrying Phil, and she was unable to concentrate on anything else because she was so preoccupied with that prospect. The wife of Phil Marty. Gwene Marie Marty. She couldn't help but chuckle when the thought occurred to her that if she were still in high school, she would be painting red hearts around her and Phil's names on their notebooks.

Eldric James straightens and followed after her and only stopping a few steps away from her, “Jennie…” Her long, red hair flared beautifully against her back. Kai and Minzy who had been quietly sitting at the edge of her bed had turned to her, their keen eyes watching, observing, and waiting. Nicole was still recuperating from the wounds she endured from both her sister November and the Alpha of Tacita Mortes Pack, Teddy Balfour. Jennie starts to laugh, “It’s the Blood Wolf Moon.” She splayed her arms wide, closes her eyes as if she was absorbing the moon’s energy. “It’s time…”

To make sure she looks absolutely dashingly tomorrow, she dragged Trisha out to the showroom of the best fashion designer in the country. Of course she's a frequent guest so she was immediately shown to the vip room by one of the assistants. She had tried a dozen dresses but none seemed to match her charm like she claimed. Gwen was a woman with skin as white as milk , naturally endowed with perfect curves and tall legs. Her chocolate brown hair cascading down her shoulder. Her father, one of the elite businessmen in the country and he owns chains of restaurants and hotels. But of course, the way she talked and looked down on other people was just annoying. And her beloved cousin Trisha was n

Gwen had arrived at Michael's door wearing a sheer black lace bustier with black stockings and a matching g-string. Maggie gaped at the woman briefly before turning toward the door. "I've gotta go," she muttered. Michael followed her. "Mags, please…" Maggie couldn't look at him. She felt too foolish. The last thing she wanted to do was to break down and cry in front of the two of them. As she pulled open the door, she heard Gwen's laughter. "Really, Michael. Don't you think a pity-fuck is beneath you?"

"I will pick you up in fifteen minutes." Siam looked at the message that he just received from his fiance and soon to be wife. He sighed and looked at himself. He was a mechanic and was greasy and had stain on his clothes. He got up and walked towards where he had his clean clothes so he could change and take a shower. Gwen Stefani, 27, had taken the seat of the CEO of her father's company two years ago. She was a successful business woman as she had the genes of her genius parents who were considered the king and queen of the business.

She turned around and her smile faltered for a moment. Indeed, it was Trevor, Beck, and Miles. Wynn had arrived too. To Celeste's surprise, Wynn was wearing the same gown Celeste had seen in the boutique the day before, the one valued at over 30 million dollars. Wynn's tall, curvaceous figure, paired with the elegance and grace of the gown, made her appear both sensual and regal. She seemed almost untouchable in the eyes of those present. "Is that Trevor, Beck, and Miles? They rarely attend events. Why are they here today?"

Beep ! " Seriously? I hate you for being a rock " Arya screamed out and hit her phone on the bed. ………….. Gwen was in the dressing room, she changed into a white sleeveless and a black short skirt that was made of net. The skirt is transparent but she wore black pants inside. After dressing she walked to the makeup room. " Miss, you are so beautiful even without makeup, " The female makeup artist said. " Thank you, " Gwen replied politely. She sat down and the makeup commenced.

Michelle rolled her eyes. "It's fine ma. I'll just leave" Gwen said and sprung up. Michelle also stood up and took her hand. She handed the tennis bracelet to her. "Here, it's a gift to you" she said. "Really? But, I can't accept this. It's too expensive" she replied. Michelle smiled. "That's why it's yours. You are special Gwen. Because of you, Ethan acted more human. The driver will drop you off" she said. "Thank you Mrs Croydon. I appreciate all of your kind gestures"