Gwen Stacey Novels & Stories

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?”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

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.

Mel cackles loudly and Stacey groans, slumping back to the stool in exasperation. Selene watched the CCTV footage of Wayne's presentation for the umpeenth time. She's been stuck in her office since noon and she couldn't stop watching it. His presentation was more than perfect. She blew out a breath and slam the laptop shut. She shouldn't stare too much. The door opens and Gwen steps in with a tray of coffee and cookies. "Hey ma'am... I figured out you might need this. You've been stuck to that chair for hours" Gwen grins as she places the tray in front of her. Selene smiles gratefully, muttering a thanks as she bits into one.

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

Curious, she turned to look at Sean and whispered to Caroline, "Who's this? Why is Brie so scared of him?" Caroline didn't know why either. Sean was a doctor, not some kind of monster who'd gobble up a human. "Ms. Evans, would you mind introducing me to your friend?" asked Sean as he directed his gaze at Gwen. Gwen reached out a hand in his direction. "The name's Gwen Jameson." "And I'm Sean Yates." The two of them shook hands. There was a bit of static when their hands touched, causing them to briefly let go of each other's hands.

As an elementary school principal, Gwen Stanton was used to having few surprises in her everyday life. She couldn't even dream that, on that fateful morning, she would come face to face with a young billionaire, a vision from her past. And bound forever, however unwittingly, to the most important part of her life.

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.

“Hah!” I shift and glance at Aderyn uneasily. This might take a while. Aderyn croaks loudly then spreads its wings and flaps hard to gain the witch’s attention. “Day is almost upon us, so let me speak briefly. Gwen’s blood is, as you have noticed, wolf and witch. She has come to prove herself a witch and me her familiar. Do you accept?” The haggard women all stop talking long enough to listen before they all whisper to themselves. Even with my werewolf hearing, I can’t tell what they are saying.