Novelas y relatos de Gwen Stacey

"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.

Sort, separate, move to the next piece of garbage. An hour into the shift, a second woman approached. This one was harder-looking, late twenties, with cold eyes and a set to her jaw that suggested she’d learned not to trust anyone. "You’re the Beta’s daughter," the woman said. Not a question. "Yes." "I’m Cole." The woman watched her work for a moment. "You know what everyone’s saying about you?" "Probably several things," Gwen said, not looking up from the pile of refuse in front of her.

The Snow Moon Pack had a tradition. On each daughter's birthday, her parents added one snowflake-shaped gem to her ceremonial gown. They continued until the day of her bonding ceremony. Each gem represented one year of her life. It reflected her standing in the pack and carried everyone's hopes for her future. My father was the pack's Alpha, and every year he set the gems himself. Yet every year, after my father finished adding gems to the gowns of my two older sisters, Vivian and Bella, he forgot about mine. Whenever I asked him to add a gem to my gown, he always gave me the same answer. "We haven't mined many snowflake gems these past few years. Your sisters come first. I'll make it up to

“Leave the estate tonight. Security will escort you out. Your access to all Sterling properties and systems is revoked immediately. If you try to contact anyone in this family again, or if another whisper of scandal appears with your name attached, I will release this recording and every piece of evidence we have. Do you understand?” Out of nowhere, Gwen just froze - her face no longer calm. Streaks cut through her makeup where tears ran down. Her body trembled without pause. Never before, in all the time I’d seen her, had she seemed so undone. Yet my heart stayed cold. Only disgust. And relief. This marked the end of Gwen’s power - once and for all. Her hands stayed at her sides. Not a soun

However, the unexpected happened. The door opened from the inside, someone pulled her in. "Here she is, Grandpa. She's a bit shy, so I forced her in." Although surprised by the tall man's words next to her, Gwen was relieved that he explained the situation. "During the day, Mr. Jason Cartwright, I am Gwyneth Stewart, or commonly called Gwen, pleased to meet you," she greeted politely. "I came here to—" "So, this is your chosen woman?" Gwen's heart stopped for a moment upon hearing that, and she shifted her attention to the handsome man. "Chosen woman?" she muttered.

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.”

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

Gwen I have been in this house for 3 days now. I have not set my eyes on Trent. I don't know what he is up to but I know it is not good. Also, the wedding plans have been going on. But I have been on house arrest since I got here. Everything I needed was brought to me right in the house. They did not allow me to step outside. I have been visited by designers, makeup artists, hair stylists, skin therapists, and masseuse. It's been exhausting.

"Richard, we need to talk in private." In the family, she always plays the role of a strict mother who teaches her children. Although she always gives her children the best living conditions, it does not mean that she indulges in naughty beings. 10, Later, Richard Wayne from a naughty boy became a brilliant director of MJ Corporation. He led MJ to grow stronger and stronger, conquering all fields. Gwen has been a professor since 24 and teaches at the most prestigious university in country A. Her body is not as weak as before, but she still falls ill once or twice a year and has to be hospitalized because she often has to go out. abroad for in-depth study.

I started serving the food as everyone took their seats, Grace and Jayce both sat on either side of mine on the table. Everything seems fine, until Grace places her hand on mine, staring at my face sternly, "Can we talk after dinner, just the two of us," she said as she turned her head, continuing to eat her food. I nodded my head, starting to feel some tension in the air.