Gwen Pool Novels & Stories

Another trick of the light. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked for a few five minutes before she reached Gwen’s place. It was quaint, with a master bedroom on the second floor, a spacious living room, and a tiny kitchen. There was also a picturesque garden outside, with a pool and red rose bushes lining the walls. Grace took off her headphones and knocked on Gwen’s door. She stuffed her phone back into her bag when she heard Gwen’s footsteps. “Coming!” Gwen opened the door and almost tripped over her own door stop.

Gwen placed heavy emphasis on the words kiwis and green grapes. 'I'm dropping hints for you, Hans.' Gwen thought silently. Hans froze. He stared intently at the fake Sienna. "Mrs. Sienna, you..." "Yes, what is it?" Gwen smiled. "Ah, nothing, nothing at all!" Hans replied, brushing aside the wild thought inside his head. Gwen's phone rang—a call from Jeff that couldn't be ignored. She had to head home immediately since it was already five in the afternoon. She had been away from home the entire day.

Gwen Paused for a while as a smirk appeared on her lips. “You need to pay her a friendly visit once again and this time around, you must wipe every single memory she has of us. That way, we could take her down and focus more on Aiden and Kiara.” Gwen declared. As soon as she was done talking, she turned and headed straight to where the crystal ball was positioned. “It's a good thing I found something very shocking and at the same time exciting about this young man.” She uttered as she made her hand roll around the crystal ball, without touching it.

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?”

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.”

She thought about ignoring it until she saw that it was from Wanda and picked it up, eager to find out what it was about. "Ms. Glen, Callie Palmer is trending at the moment…" Wanda began tentatively. "Yes, and?" Gwyneth asked, letting her continue despite catching a foreboding feeling just then. Wanda paused before finishing. "She visited Sphinx Club. Twice." She then quietly waited for Gwyneth's response.

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

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

"I don't care who you are. You can't set foot on campus if you're not a student or a college employee! Call your niece and get her to pick you up instead." Gwen choked on anger. She had put in so much effort to get Fiona into Glea College, so why didn't she have the right to enter? The thought of her debts plagued her. Without Ariana and Torrey Co.'s assistance, she could only turn to Fiona—who worked as a maid for the Lodge family—for help. Gwen quickly dialed Fiona's number, but Fiona did not pick up.

It made her feel guilty. "Carol," Gwen said, sounding sluggish as if she were sick. "Is it done?" "Yes. Last night." "Sorry, I drank so much that I forgot to call you," Gwen explained. Caroline laughed. "Your company's having a team-building activity?" Gwen hesitated for a brief moment before replying, "Y—yes." Suddenly, Gwen's eyes widened with enthusiasm. She leaned closer to the phone and demanded, "What's the color code of that lipstick you have on? It's so pretty!"