Gwen Miles Novels & Stories

“Gwen can help.” Adrian looked at her thoughtfully. “She found him once,” Leila urged. “She can do it once more.” Connor nodded. “Let her dig.” A lethal smirk appeared on Adrian’s face. “She already has a head start.” --- A Message from the Past Gwen Martinez hadn’t slept for days. In the dim glow of her apartment, her fingers raced across the keyboard, hacking through encrypted firewalls and offshore records as if they were nothing. She had been tracking Ethan Graves for days, but now that she knew his true identity—Matteo Ricci—her obsession with tracking him down intensified than ever

No. This is all going wrong. I'm fucking it up. Typical. Let's try a different tack. My name is Gwenhwyfar Carew - that's more-or-less Jennifer to those of you not blessed enough to be a countrywoman of mine. I was born in the hamlet of Kilryden in the year of your Lord 1793. I was eighteen when it was my time to go - stabbed twice (among other, less pleasant things) and buried alive (briefly) in a shallow woodland grave. The only flowers that ever grew for me were Celandine. No stone ever marked me, no parents got to cry over my shrouded and shriven corpse - I was a foundling girl, a ward of the Methodist Church, missed maybe only by the local priest who had loved me and raised me as best h

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

She ever so gently touched Echo’s forehead, and we both heard her heart rate pick up as the panic increased enough to make me gasp. Gwen quickly kneeled beside the bed, so that she was on the same level as Echo. Everything about her body language, facial expressions, and movements screamed calmness and safety. “Hello, my name is Gwen.” Her voice was equally soothing, and I felt some of the tightness in my chest lessen, although her heart rate stayed high. “I am twenty-three years old, and I enjoy crocheting and writing in my journal. It seems that I am going to be joining the Blood Moon pack as the new therapist, as your therapist. That is only if you’ll have me, Luna?”

Gwen gushed, “Please, come in!” Then she turned around to the curious and confused crowd. “Everyone! Pack members, please join me in welcoming. Princess Maggie of Blood Moonlight pack,” My stomach flipped as the crowd exploded in applause, with some loud whoops. “She’s been sick for so many years,” Gwen continued. “But finally… finally she was able to make it to visit us. She’s Lady Amber’s twin sister,” The response to her news was insane. Like wild fire, loud murmurs rose up in the crowd admist the scattered applause as the people beside me inched backward.

she gestured to Timothy. "I recognize him," Gwen replied. "On October 10th, Timothy came to the brothel, and I served him the entire night…" "You're lying!" Timothy instinctively argued. Gwen looked aggrieved. "If you noble ones don't believe me, I can tell you about the moles on his body, and the gold ingot he gave me." "Gwen is the number one prostitute of Logan Terrace," Jane said. "I'm sure Timothy went there after hearing about his fame."

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.