Gwen Sanchez Novels & Stories

When Gwen clears her throat as a cue for me to speak, I turn to her and smile, “I didn’t know you work as an assistant to an agent. Does Dad know? Because I think you told him you were working somewhere else. I just don’t remember where.” Her smile gets plastered on her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Okay,” I just say, pretending to look around when in reality, I just want to wallop her head and run downstairs to tell Mikhail to get out of here. “Do you get commission when Jane makes a sale?” “Yes,” Gwen says, trying to make her tone light but her annoyance is simmering to the surface. “Yes, I do make lots of commission.” “Okay,” I say again, this time not adding anything m

With her wet hair, she looked comically bedraggled. Meanwhile, Liam stood to the side, tightly gripping a champagne glass until the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He thought to himself, 'What else has this woman been hiding from me?' as he frowned at Gwyneth standing tall on the stage. 'She's my ex-wife, and now she's a complete mystery.' "Hello everyone, I am Gwyneth, the CEO of AMC. I am honored to have you all here to attend the acquisition banquet of Glen Corporation by AMC," Gwyneth said with a composed expression and posture on the stage.

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.”

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.

She pulled her robe closer to her body before she reluctantly moved closer to me. “Gwen, where have you been?” I asked. She seemed fazed and she took a glance at the back before returning her eyes to me. “I just figured that I need some fresh air,” she excused, avoiding my gaze. There was something weird going on with Gwen the entire time we were in Mexico. She looked unsettled and she was too hesitant to budge. I couldn’t discern if she was hiding something, but all I could think of was that maybe she just had a bad experience here in Mexico. She barely said anything when we talked to Paola, it must’ve something to do with her trauma with Fernando. She mentioned that she was almost killed b

I straightened my back, made sure the webcam did not get an unflattering chin shot, and took a deep breath. The woman on the other side had blonde hair, and also wore red lipstick. She had on a blazer and a blue shirt, and when she saw me she smiled a pearly white smile. "You are Jane Rozen?" She asked me, I quickly nodded. "My name is Gwen, I am one of the people administering the test. Your answers seem to match with the prince's." She paused for a second as I saw her eyes dance over a page she had in front of her. "Have you ever been to Medora before?" Something had changed in her voice, she started off all happy and bubbly, but now she looked more distrusting.

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

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.

Gwen slowly fluttered her eyes open, lying completely still. She didn't want anyone outside the bedroom to realize she had overheard the hushed conversation between Jeff and Trina. Only after the roar of Jeff's car engine faded into the morning air did Gwen finally get out of bed. She showered, put on fresh makeup, and slipped into a stylish new outfit. Today, she planned to visit Hans’s home and bring him a feast. Her stomach churned at the thought of Hans constantly showering Sienna with praise over her cooking.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.