Gwen Stacey Novels & Stories

she stared at me trying to get answers from me. " why don't you G****e....... " ( PHONE RING ) Before I could complete my statement I was interrupted by my phone. " Stacey speaking " I said to the caller " Stacey Jones, there is an emergency in the hospital and your attention is needed " the voice said. " okay, I will be there " I replied. " what's up bae " Gwen asked look confused. " there is an emergency at the hospital and I need to be there " I replied her

I paid and went back to the tabe not find her Missing again. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Can you at least have a little pity on me I yelled attracting the eyes of most customers.

“Excuse me. Looks like you 're pretty relaxed for an F-tier, huh?” She was none other than Gwyneth. She was a young woman with a bright expression. However, upon asking, she was actually trying to act nervous for my sake. She is a D-tier, and her role in the party was to protect me, so she is trying to build a connection.

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

DRUNKEN MISTAKE. Giordana. "Hi, Phil." I heard a sickly sweet voice from behind us. We turned and I saw who it was. The woman from my engagement party, Brenda Wilson. "Hello, Brenda," Philip greeted back with a smile. 'Interesting.' "How have you been? " She asked still sporting her smile. "I've been good," he replied in a cheery tone. "You know I can make you better," she drawled batting her fake eyelashes and biting her lips seductively.

Later on, he packed his things and left the club, as if I were solely the reason why he went there. ​ Not that I'm ungrateful about it, but I'm curious. I took the paycheck back to my hands until a meddling hand grabbed my phone. ​ Gwen, along with her best friend Stacy, is now standing across from me. Stacy's eyebrow arched while Gwen was busy skimming her eyes at my paycheck. ​

I grabbed my bag and stood up. But just as I was about to leave, Jenny's phone dinged again. She read the message and her eyes widened. "Wait, there's... another opportunity, Miss." I arched a brow. "What is it?" Jenny looked up. "Grayford Creations just reached out. They want a collaboration with Jim Summerbell, Miss Gwen." I blinked, then turned fully to her. "The Grayford Creations fashion house?" She nodded. "Yes. And here's the catch, it was Mr. Lucas Grayford who reached out and emailed our company."

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

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.

She opened a few big charts on the dining that were delivered today at the house, before carefully observing them and making small notes with pencil. My eyes couldn’t help but trail down from her honey coloured hair tied up in a bun as few loose strands cascaded down her neck. My eyes further trailed down to her loose white dress which did nothing to hide those beautiful curves. I felt the urge to touch her but I couldn’t. God, this is going to be a nightmare. It could take months to catch the stalker. Was I not allowed to touch her or kiss her at all? How is this fair? Aaah fuck it!