Gwen Sanchez Novels & Stories

I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me, but I didn’t want to give Vivian the satisfaction of seeing me lose control. My annoyance grew when I noticed that Anthony was now entirely distracted by his phone, scrolling through messages with a deep frown. “Why are you feeding someone else’s husband, Zina?” Gwen accused me. I turned to Anthony, desperate for support, but he held up his phone, showing me the screen. It was a message from the bank informing him that the funds from Grey’s software pitch had been deposited and were ready to be claimed.

Gwen said to them as she raised her hand to knock on the door of the leaders of the Dark witches in the southern coven. They stood there for a few seconds before the door was finally opened by a woman... the woman who opened the door looked pretty young and someone could easily mistake her for a teenager but she wasn't... she was much older than anyone could imagine, but tried her best to maintain a youthful appearance... her green eyes immediately squinted as she stared at them suspiciously... "Gwen," She said in a low voice, and the three of them didn't miss the anger in her tone... "Lisa," Gwen responded... they all stared at each other for a few seconds before the lady named Lisa made wa

Gwen, her husband Jackson who had been a warrior. "She's been asking about you," Sarah said with a gleam in her eye that suggested she was probably seeing me as a potential son-in-law. "Came home for the holidays and was hoping to catch up." Before I could formulate a polite excuse, Gwen materialized at her mother's side looking exactly as I remembered. Tall and graceful with dark hair and contrasting almost-silver eyes. Her body was curvy in the right places, the type of beauty that was flashing and obvious until you came closer and realized there were some things you just didn't need to involve yourself in.

She stands, and the pack erupts into cheers. "Alpha! Luna!" they chant, their voices rising in unison, as if they hadn’t tried to tear us down just weeks ago. My lips curl in amusement, but I say nothing. Let them cheer. Zoe steps forward next, her brown hair braided down her back, her expression calm but guarded. She kneels, speaking her vow as Beta Female, her voice carrying strength despite the lingering pain in her eyes. I know what she’s lost—four unborn children, ripped away before they could even take a breath. No one should have to bear that.

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

"I'm here trying to rest; you guys are fighting like cat and mouse." "Sorry babe," Daniel replied, hugging Grace by rubbing her back gently. "What happened to you? Why are you so pale?" "Can we all sit first," I nodded, taking a seat beside Rachel as Daniel passed a glass of water to Grace, who she gladly accepted, giving him small but gentle.

I can feel the energy in the room all being sucked into me. She stops chanting and starts yelling something at Kane, but I can't make it out. The room is too loud. The pain leaves me, and my body starts to lift from the table, breaking the chains that held me down. People begin to appear in the room. I recognised them as the ghosts of the people that had died on this table. I can hear Sarah screaming, begging for mercy. I make myself become upright, hoovering in the air above the table, looking down on her as the ghosts surround her and she backs away.

After speaking, Gwen dialed a familiar paparazzi number, "Immediately upload the video I will send to you." Mark Johnson, let's see how many times you can save Christine!

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Curious, she turned to look at Sean and whispered to Caroline, "Who's this? Why is Brie so scared of him?" Caroline didn't know why either. Sean was a doctor, not some kind of monster who'd gobble up a human. "Ms. Evans, would you mind introducing me to your friend?" asked Sean as he directed his gaze at Gwen. Gwen reached out a hand in his direction. "The name's Gwen Jameson." "And I'm Sean Yates." The two of them shook hands. There was a bit of static when their hands touched, causing them to briefly let go of each other's hands.