Gwen Sanchez Novels & Stories

Not that Liam expected it to be. Meanwhile, across the city, another person was having a far worse morning. Gwen Stefani stared furiously at her phone. Then at her laptop. Then back at her phone. None of it made sense. Absolutely none. How was Chloe still thriving? How? The woman had survived scandals. Kidnappings. Attempts on her life. Public humiliation. Career destruction. Yet somehow she always emerged stronger. The latest article on Aurora Models had nearly sent Gwen into a rage. The headline alone was enough to ruin her appetite.

Gwen has gone crazy. Through the FaceTime on the screen, I can see the deranged look in her eyes, but it’s more than just that. Gwen has a baseball bat in her free hand, and she makes sure the video call captures both her and the new Lenovo P630 computer sitting on my office desk. The one that cost an arm and a leg to get, and hasn’t even worked a decimal of its value.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

It was also thanks to what Jones handed to her to wear yesterday. "You shouldn't have done this ma'am. I owe you a lot and I'm supposed to be helping you with the arrangement" "You owe me nothing. Just get better, that's all I need. Besides, I'm already recieving help from Ethan and Hazel Morgan. She's super nice and she's treating me like I'm her mother because she's friends with Chloe" "Hazel Morgan is here?!!!" Gwen asked. "She may be a world class model but she's great. She's natural and doesn't act posh. Chloe does act posh though when she's in front of people"

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con

------------ Forgive my rudeness, I cannot abide useless people. -Marcel. ------------ Marcel rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't even let you near me or her, go play your little games on those idiots out there." Gwen's hair flew as if she wanted to stone Marcel like Medusa, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, it's just that I have more toys to play with heh~" As Gwen said she thought about Dolores's face. Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples.

"Miss Sarmiento?" Gwyneth instinctively sticks out her hand to initiate a handshake "Please to meet you, Sister." Sister Divina looked her up, then her face engaged in a smile that created little wrinkles around her eyes and grooves in her cheeks. Shaking Gwen's hand in a firm and lingering manner, she asked "Are you ready?"

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

They came back from commercial, and Gio sat down on the bed, raising the volume just slightly. "Boxing's current welterweight champ of the world, Felix Sanchez, has been linked to many of Hollywood's A-listers including some of biggest athletes in the world. But most recently, he's rumored to be in a relationship with an unidentified woman in Big Bear, California. Insiders have suggested maybe that's why he trains at his over twenty acre secluded compound located in Big Bear—to be near her. There have been sightings of Sanchez and this mysterious girl, but as of today, there have been no pictures. Just today, he was seen strolling through the downtown Chicago area where he was in town to mak

As though written by someone whose hands were shaking. The entry wasn't dated. It simply began. My name is Gwen Cruz. I stopped breathing. Adrian remained silent beside me. Allowing me space and time. I kept reading. My name is Gwen Cruz. I am writing this because they keep telling me I am confused. Every day they ask the same questions and every day I give the same answers. I am Gwen Cruz. I am engaged to Adrian Salvador. I am pregnant. Something happened on a yacht.