Gwen Sanchez Novels & Stories

I asked. “One hundred percent, baby. New girl is the Alpha’s sister,” Gabe answered. “Well, I’m glad you got that off your chest, but how about we stop talking about her now?” I asked. Gabe pouted. “For all we know, the rumors are false and they’ve been on the traveling for the last year or however long. They’ve settled here and maybe… maybe she wants to get to know the people by working here.” “You can’t seriously believe that?” Gabe asked.

“Gwen can help.” Adrian looked at her thoughtfully. “She found him once,” Leila urged. “She can do it once more.” Connor nodded. “Let her dig.” A lethal smirk appeared on Adrian’s face. “She already has a head start.” --- A Message from the Past Gwen Martinez hadn’t slept for days. In the dim glow of her apartment, her fingers raced across the keyboard, hacking through encrypted firewalls and offshore records as if they were nothing. She had been tracking Ethan Graves for days, but now that she knew his true identity—Matteo Ricci—her obsession with tracking him down intensified than ever

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

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.”

"I know about your secret place. Eleanor is there now, finishing your girl slowly and painfully." "Nobody will hurt her!" I scream and wrap my arm around his neck to choke him. "Adrian, step aside." Candice, one of the witches from the Supreme Court, appears out of nowhere. I know better than questioning the ability of a witch from the Supreme Court. I do as I'm told and in a matter of seconds Tyler is sliced in two. She used a forbidden spell on him. As much as I wanted to kill him myself, I know that she gave him a painful death; more painful than what I can do.

“You think she’ll thank you for this? You think she’ll forgive you for denying her what she earned? Do you think that she's going to want anything to do with you? She is my. Daughter Marissa's daughter. Or as you want to call her, Tatiana. A monster. That's all she'll ever be.” Sienna tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at him one last time. “She’s not like you,” she said. “She's not like her. And if you do think they're being blood related to whatever monsters you are will change anything then. You are very wrong, Giovanni.” Then she turned her back on him. And just like that, it was over. At least for tonight. My wolf settled inside me as she walked past me, her hand

She was now wondering if he remembered that when picking the place. They got a table near the window that had an amazing view, and even though they caught a few eyes on the way, the people inside the restaurant seemed more concerned with their meals than the two new diners, which Gwen appreciated. She didn't want to make to the headlines on the next morning just because she was having dinner with her ex. "So… Are you not modeling anymore?" Finn asked as soon as the waiter served them wine and left the table. Gwen took a sip from her glass before answering. When they first met, Gwen was a burgeoning model and a spokeswoman for a cosmetic company.

"Mr. and Mrs. Swanson, hello! I had no idea you'd be here as well." She bowed and scraped like an obsequious lapdog, piling on the flattery as thick as she could. "I'm Gwen Blanchard, from Blanchard Group. I didn't realize Ms. Swanson was also getting married here today—what a coincidence! I was just about to teach these two troublemakers a lesson. I'm so terribly sorry for disturbing you." The next second, as if a thought had just struck her, she shot a smirk at Aurelia and me.

Arabella Rivera "Where the hell have you been?" I hissed as I felt a familiar arm sling over my shoulder and the strong scent of floral overpower my senses. Gwen's lips neared my ear as she whispers. "Sorry, had a quickie with Sam in the janitor's closet." She pulls away and clenches her brows in contemplation. "Well, I guess it wasn't that quick. He couldn't get me off." She pouts. I cringe, gritting my teeth as I move her hand off my shoulder. "Did you wash your hands afterward?" Gwen was very bold and daring which meant that she loved to explore whatever she could.

The men backed up at the threat and she smiled. "Run along and I'd go looking for a new slave, the one that ran is a Dragon." They ran off at that and she looked at me. "Hi I'm Arachne, Empath Witch and friends of the Three Moons." She said, holding her hand out. I took it and shook her hand. "Channing." "I know. The Three Moons talk about you a lot. Though I don't think Selene likes you very much." She said, before looking at the barrel.