Novel & Cerita Gwen Miles

"Why aren't you in bed? You should have called for me if you needed something, if Arthur sees you, he would be so hard to pacify again." "I know, I know. I will return to bed, as soon as I find a new book to keep myself busy with. In the meantime, who is this gentleman?" "He is..." "Lance Miller." Lance introduced as he came over to take Gwen's hand and kissed it. "I am a friend of your sister." A friend? Well, I wouldn't call him my friend, but... "She has never mentioned you." Gwen said, giving me a look. "I am Gwendolyn Geraldton, Duchess of Arana. Welcome to my home."

She could hear and see the murmurs, the buzz, the glances at her. She knew everyone was going to look at her that way, and she even thought she would be able to handle it, but she was wrong. She wasn't. Gwen was doing this for her son and her son alone. That's what it took to be a mother. Sacrificing herself for the happiness of her son. And then she saw Vivienne. She was among a group of friends, all of them incredibly beautiful, rich and laughing forcefully like they had to impress someone. The woman was incredibly beautiful with a golden dress, which only made Gwen feel more like an outsider. She did not belong here, in this world. Maybe, at the time she was with Finn, she thought that sh

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con

We have permission to be there for a week, and I will join you for the second week. I hope your training mission went well, and I look forward to hearing all about it when I see you. Take care. Isa.- As soon as Gwen sees Professor Miles’ name, the name of the pack, and that she is going with him on her own, her eyes go wide, and something near terror fills her.

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

Her hair was twisted up in a French twist and makeup perfectly done. “You’re beautiful.” Michelle said with a smile as she held out her hand. “I’m Michelle Perry, one of Owen’s many sisters.” “I’m Helen.” She said accepting the hand. Michelle had short hair with a myriad of colors, it was shaved on the right side. She had bright blue eyes and black eyebrows with a silver ring in each. She also had a silver septum and lip ring. Her right ear had five hoops with a diamond stud between each of them and a double industrial.

As for today… Ariana smirked slightly. Tonight, she just wanted to sit back and watch the show unfold. "Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Shaw." Gwen's eyes lit up as she spotted the CEO of Shaw Group across the hall. Shaw Group was one of the most prominent forces in Gleaston, with a well-established reputation, and Elaine Shaw was the heiress of the Shaws. Born into wealth, raised in an intellectual family, and being the cherished only child of her parents, Elaine had grown up surrounded by love and privilege. She was known for her grace, warmth, and generosity.

Gwen asked, answering Alice's call instantly, "What's wrong?" "Gwen..." She murmured, "I can't perform. I can't sing. I can't do the Autumn concert." "But...What?!" Gwen suddenly burst out. Her voice was full of concern and worry. "But Alice, why?!" "I can't sing," She whimpered. "Alice, you need to listen to me," Gwen commanded. Her voice was firm now. "You sound like an angel. No, actually you sound better than an angel. You have to believe me."

Gwen had wanted to avoid that question by all means but she was however unlucky. "Who was at the door?" he said a little more grimly. "L...L.. Lilian Sir. Lilian Mendez." Damian raised his eyebrow slightly. "And why didn't you think to tell me." "I... I... I'm sorry Sir. She was hurt. It seems like she had been mugged on the way here. She is bleeding and bruised badly." Gwen was really nervous. This was her first time having a conversation with Mr. Richards for this long. He only ever gave her orders and she replied with a nod.