Novel & Cerita Gwen Pool

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.

Pushing him away and stepping back “Fuck.. look I don’t want to be here, just let me go”. His expression turned cold again. “ welp you can’t leave Goldie-“ “ my name isn’t fucking Goldie I’m Gwen” I had gold colored hair,it stood out to a lot of people, full Lucious wavy golden hair,it was about waist length, without any extensions, it brightened my blue eyes in such a beautiful way, I was beautiful but life decided to fuck me over so I had to be a fucking stripper to pay off enough bills.

Gwen interrupted, "it's not any worse than our cheerleading uniforms." "I know, I know, but I don't like those," she said as she took a few pictures. Gwen's phone pinged and she picked it up off the small table in the entryway. "That's Cassie, they're almost here." She announced. They said their goodbyes to the parents. As Parker shook his Dad's hand he glanced at Gwen and commented, "Good call on the boots Dad." "Your Grandma didn't raise no fool." Gwen was 5 inches shorter than Parker's 5ft 9in height, but her heels made up most of that distance. Fortunately, the heels on his boots gave him a little of that back.

Gwen could look beyond the infinity pool towards the beautiful and colorful seaside landscape, which was both vibrant and relaxing at the same time. She then checked her phone, seeing some of the articles dealing with her marriage. She felt nervous about it, but there was nothing terrible about them. They tried to avoid exposure as much as possible during their Los Angeles wedding. But, of course, the press had somehow gotten hold of pictures, and Gwen had to admit the pictures were beautiful. She had worn a beautiful ivory dress and her long dark hair had been carefully combed. She had diamonds in her ears and neck. The photos showed her as she got out of the Rolls Royce in front of the chu

"Gwen, you've dried out and warmed up, as well as covered up since yesterday," observed Ms. Walker when Gwen entered homeroom. "I have to tell you that I've never seen anything close to being as remarkable as that rescue yesterday. I still get chills when I think about it. Dave Kite has some amazing video posted, but with the news channels playing it so much, he hasn't had as many views as I'd expect. Our 'Lady in Red' is becoming a national treasure, rather than just a Spartan gem. Your interviews, both at the hospital and again this morning on national TV, were perfect."

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

" How could he do this ? Why did he ? Just when I'm about to throw Chloe out of the way and make Liam mine , he turned the table around !" Gwen growled , stomping her foot on the ground in annoyance. Arrgh ! She grabbed a handful of her hair pulling it hard till her scalp stung, the pain she felt in her scalp soothed my mind a bit. Just then her phone rang startling her a bit , she picked up her phone, it was an unfamiliar number knowing it could only be one person picking the call . " I'm sure , you must have seen the news ! The location will be sent to you, be there in an hour." The voice behind the call said, authority laced his tone .

“Are you trying to say that I need to have a follow-up explanation, too?” Theo paused for a while before he nodded. “But, I don’t want to.” Luna smiled and hugged her knees. She looked into the distance. “Theo, do me a favor.” … The next day. Gwen’s press conference went on as planned in the small auditorium near Ocean Ray High School. The small auditorium was filled to the brim with people. Reporters lamented the small venue while they constantly took photos of Gwen on stage. Gwen, sitting on stage, leaned back against the chair and looked ahead, not knowing what she was looking at.