Gwen Shamblin Story Novels & Stories

He sat on the armchair again and started rubbing his hands with satisfaction. “As I’ve said before, I knew Mrs. William Grayson long before she got together with her loser of a husband. Let’s say that Gwen entered my life almost without me knowing it. I was in my twenties when my mom started looking for her next victim. She was screwing around with a very wealthy Texan for years. Once he became a widower, she started pushing him even more to get married. In just a few months, she convinced him to take the big step. Once this was done, she brought me into the new family. This way I’ve discovered that he had a daughter.”

You know Sandra is busy with their acting" " Do you really think so? This never happened." " But how did your people know that she would do something like this?" He asks, gently massaging her shoulder. Gwen comfortably lies on the floor and says, " There are some spies in the company who exchanges information for money." " What do you mean? Her own team members?" " Yeah!" She groans in pleasure, " Here, press more. My shoulders have been acting up recently!" She grunts, loving his massage.

Forcing her eyes open, she looked up and met the gaze of six soldiers, two female and four male, all looking at her as if she really was someone who came back from the dead. Gwen placed her good hand on the ground and pushed herself up. “Listen, you never saw me. I was never here. Gwen Chester is dead. Got that.” The group still didn’t say anything and Gwen managed to herself standing. She hesitated a bit before she picked up her gun. “You are seeing things. I’m a ghost.” Gwen didn’t know where she would go, but anywhere was better than staying in the same place where the General was. But before she could even take two steps, Gwen’s arm was grabbed and she was captured by the group.

I knew that Gwen was just as capable as I was of taking care of Samantha, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want to be doing it. “How’s your shift been going?” Gwen lifted her shoulders in a shrug, looking back over her shoulder. I could tell that she was trying to judge whether or not the other two patrol wolves who had been with her would be able to hear her - and they would. And I knew that the response that she was going to give me, wasn’t going to be an honest one. “I guess that there’s no reason to complain. We’ve been trying to hunt some deer, but somehow we lost it.”

"It only took a day for me and your mom to get to know each other and one night to have you and Amelia conceived. So I do not want to hear that lame excuse coming out of your mouth." Shantala, who wanted to answer his question, shifted on her side when she let out a suppressed giggle upon hearing what her employer just stated. However, that action simply led the other two men to shift their attention to her so she immediately sat straight and cleared her throat. "He is a SWAT officer back in Estermouth City, sir. That is all I know since we did not talk much back then," she said without meeting the gaze of either of them. "Because you were a snob back then," Gavin added with a smirk. "You ar

Everything in this report made no sense. His wife was a carbon copy of Gwen Drysdale, who lived in the city of Bares. They looked like twins if it hadn't been well documented that she wasn't. This sparked a lot of suspicion, so his men dug deeper into the situation, and the results were even more shocking. According to reports, Gwen fell into a coma for a year when she was only eleven years old and miraculously awoke with severe memory loss after a year. She had to learn everything from scratch, as if they were programming a robot.

No visible bump yet. Gwen’s voice was practiced and smooth. “My queen, this is Norma. Gilbert’s daughter.” Mallory’s gaze softened. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” I bowed my head, hiding the scorn twisting my mouth. We were seated in the parlor. A maid poured tea. Gwen sipped casually, her posture relaxed, while I sat with hands folded like a fragile doll. The silence stretched, tense. Mallory clearly didn’t like Gwen. Finally, Gwen spoke, voice low and sorrowful. “Norma was assaulted by thieves. It… resulted in a pregnancy.”

A demonstration of her reach. Just then, a sleek silver sedan pulled up, and a woman in a trench coat, trailed by a cameraman, jumped out. Caleb Thorne. His eyes found me immediately, sharp and calculating. He didn’t even bother with a greeting. “Gwen. A terrible tragedy. Any comment on the rumors?” I stared at him, numb. “What rumors?”

“On my way, sir. Fifteen minutes.” Back and forth I walked, phone now silent. Those fake messages seemed real enough on the surface - same way Sam talks, her full name, mentions of gatherings she’d actually joined. Yet it didn’t sit right. Overly neat. Suspiciously aligned with her sudden prominence. Gwen. Smooth at first glance, yet laced with poison beneath - her touch was everywhere. Not just involved, but deep inside the harm aimed at my wife, delivered fast and sharp by someone I’d welcomed close as kin.

I discovered that this Collins guy was the same guy who I stopped from approaching Gwen the first day she went hunting in the woods. The world is certainly a small place. I was so furious he was speaking to Gwen that day and I hated the way he was looking at her and following her around. Who would have known that they were going to be colleagues volunteering at a Vet. Clinic as part of a community service? Fuck me! Mrs Grimwood had been crying for a long time, pleading and wailing as her daughter was being withheld from attacking Gwen. Even now it was her turn to be questioned. She made it more complicated by saying everything was her fault and not Lisa's. What does she mean by that? Does sh