Gwen Pool Novels & Stories

The female waves her hand in Sebastian’s face, “Relax, I got my job caught out for me.” Wait…. What? The female smiles at me. It looks a bit creepy but who am I to judge, “It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gwendolyn; but you can just call me Gwen.” “I am Minerva.” She giggles and winks at me, leaving me to wonder if she is on a sugar rush, “Beautiful name.” “Thanks,” I think. Sebastian pushes her away from me and points to the oldest looking male and female present in this room, “That’s my mom and dad.”

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?”

He stood and watched as Bianca drove off at a high speed. He entered his house and laid down on the couch, not long and he dozed off ……………… Gwen woke up feeling good, she was going to hang out with her friends today and she will resume work the next day. Its indeed a good feeling. She entered the bathroom and shower, after that she came out and slid into a beautiful pink dress, Kathryn also had the dress. They bought it on their anniversary. Gwen applied a touch up makeup, she wore her white heels and picked up her white purse. She stormed out of her room looking like Prianka Chopra, the screen goddess.

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.”

Like Theo, I've also known Gwen since childhood. Her mother is 'the' Allesandra Evellon, a world renowned Fashion Designer and my mother is one of her clients and biggest fans. We were in the same daycare, and for a while our family thought about merging our clans. That fizzled out around the time we got to grade school and she's now engaged, though not formally announced yet, with the heir of SLSF Insurance Company Inc. We didn't like each other very much back then so I didn't really care. And she was perfectly happy that it didn't work out for us because she's already completely smitten with Royce. We never exchanged much words apart from polite greetings and nods on family and company eve

“There! You have some fluids.” Gwen threw her head back and laughed but at the same time, shook her head, “That’s not enough. Hold on, I have an idea.” She went over to his wardrobe, opened the middle drawer, and dug around before she pulled out a tube of an intimate gel. She held it up triumphantly. “If we put enough of this on, he would wake up feeling all sticky and gross.”

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.

I unlocked my phone, opened up our chat history, and decided to type out a quick message to check in on him: > Hey Leon, it’s Gwen. I haven’t seen you around campus at all since that night in the woods, and I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay. Drop me a line as soon as you see this. > I hit the send button, letting out a quiet breath.

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.