Gwen Pool Novels & Stories

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.

He looked up, his expression darkening. “Because it’s already started.” ** Gwen In a cramped apartment tucked away in the backstreets of Paris, Gwen was hunched over her laptop, her fingers racing across the keys. The glow of her monitor cast shadows on her face—intense, pale, and too quiet. She had witnessed much in years—war zones, tech failures, layered betrayals—but the image Adrian had sent? That photo? It changed everything. “I’ve seen some crazy things,” he muttered through the earpiece, shaking his head. “But Camille collaborating with Ethan Graves? That’s next-level betrayal.”

Gwen’s Entry. “Congratulations ahead, Gwen,” one of her friends, Lucy, greeted. “I’ve checked the competition, and your entry to the Local AI Trials is one of the best.” “Aww.” Gwen hugged her friend. “You are too sweet. I can’t beat VanderMed Technology, though.” Lucy leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “Well, they are a big company, Gwen. That’s okay. You’ll get there.” “Yes, your entry sounds very promising,” Soren, Lucy’s boyfriend, commented.

Just the truth. I reach out, my palm damp against the brass knob. I turn it slowly and push the door open, bracing myself for her cold shoulder. Gwen is there. Not Selene. Gwen is sprawled cross-legged on the center of the bed, buried in an oversized charcoal hoodie and gym shorts, her blonde hair piled into a precarious, messy bun. She’s bathed in the warm, amber glow of the bedside lamp, her face illuminated by the blue light of her phone screen. She looks up as the door creaks, her eyes widening in surprise before they instantly light up with a predatory sort of joy when they land on the massive bouquet in my arms.

She might be remarkably beautiful on the outside, but she is nasty as hell on the inside. I make my way towards the diving board, but Gwen hurries past me in order to use it first. Seriously. Her dive isn’t as loud as Sarah's, but it is quite elegant. She dives into the water without splashing even a bit of water. Now, I have to admit, that is impressive. “Hey, what are you waiting for?” Sarah asks, snapping me back to reality. “I think I will just sit on one of the pool chairs; I am feeling a bit tired,” I lie. The truth is, I do not want to be anywhere near that little witch who calls herself Gwen.

Gwen's POV I adjusted my car's rearview mirror as Christian's voice echoed through the speakerphone, repeating—for the third time—the details of the fake identity we'd built together. "Gwen Parker," my brother recited with exaggerated patience. "Digital marketing consultant specializing in rural tourism. Lombard School of Economics. Worked on campaigns for small businesses in Castoria and is now looking for new clients to build an independent portfolio." "I know, Christian," I sighed, swerving around a truck crawling up the narrow road at a glacial pace. "I know."

She had no idea what his deal was, and she was determined to avoid him as much as she could. “Good morning,” said Gwendolyn Parker, the owner of the Hazel Island Bed and Breakfast. Tall and curvaceous, with curly red hair, Gwen was as sweet as apple pie and probably the nicest person Lucy had ever met. It probably helped that she got to live on this beautiful island and not deal with men like Carter Roberts.

Queen Normana suddenly spoke up. Gwen immediately straightened once she spoke. Queen Normana was a woman in her late forties. She had curly brown hair and a silver crown sat on top of it. Her dress was blue and it made her pop out in the room. She had a gentle but firm expression as she addressed Gwen. “Act-” “Gwen actually lives in Naudis with her parents.” Ace spoke up, cutting her off.