Gwen Stacey Novels & Stories

Clay suggested, and we all returned to our rooms in pain to prepare for the trip to our seer. The moment I stepped out, people went to hide. What we had done to the people that wronged Scarlett spooked them. Stasia was still at large, but I hoped we catch her on time and deal with her. I just hope Scarlett will be here for it. While waiting for Maxwell to bring the jeep, I looked at Martha in the florist's shop. She was staring at me, but when I looked in her direction, she looked away completely. She was the kindest to Scarlett, and Scarlett spoke highly of her when things were good between us.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

"Stick with me and you won't be so scared anymore. Gwen, you can't live your life that way." Gwen nodded and her smile returned as she bobbed a slight curtsy, and then hurried out the door. Lacey looked through her clothes still in her suitcase, and then pulled out a strapless hand-me-down bright, floor-length red dress. It was old, but still looked good. "Yes! Why not?" ***

Cole growled at Myra who flushed but didn’t say anything. “I know that she is a sex fiend but can you keep the sexual activities in the bedroom or at least not when we are in a meeting.” Carson groaned. Gwen was the one who leaned forward this time, a feat for her as her stomach was restricting her movement with great difficulty. “I cannot wait for your mate to be present for meetings like these Carson. I will enjoy Cole and Vince comments and I will relish them.” “My mate is dead.” Carson returned but Gwen shook her head.

She had no idea what his deal was, and she was determined to avoid him as much as she could. “Good morning,” said Gwendolyn Parker, the owner of the Hazel Island Bed and Breakfast. Tall and curvaceous, with curly red hair, Gwen was as sweet as apple pie and probably the nicest person Lucy had ever met. It probably helped that she got to live on this beautiful island and not deal with men like Carter Roberts.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

Aunt Anne teased, stepping inside and pulling off her coat with practiced ease. "My apologies. I was caught on a work call and only just hung up when I heard the knocking. Sorry to keep you waiting." He sounded sincere, his voice a warm baritone that made the foyer feel inviting. "It’s alright," Anne murmured, her eyes dancing with a bit of playfulness. "As long as you apologized." Scott chuckled and turned his attention to me. "And this must be the niece you mentioned on the phone." "Yes. This is Gwen Casteel. Gwen, this is Scott Underwood. Yates’s father."

I just gave Gwen a look. Gwen immediately caught on and stepped forward with a serious expression. "Mr. Edward, Mr. Caleb, I've already identified these two people." She lifted her phone and paused the video on Anne's face. "This woman here is your personal secretary, Mr. Caleb. How could you possibly not recognize her?" "What?" Caleb's face went blank. He grabbed the phone, stared at it for a long moment, then forced a laugh. "Oh, I see it now. They just look alike. Anne's family is well-off. Why would she dress like that and chase clout online? Gwen, are you sure you've got the right person?"

the server gasped frantically, keeping her head bowed low. Dizzy, I raised a hand to steady myself against the wall. "It is fine. Just watch your step on the stone." "Lady... Lady Elowen?" a small, trembling voice squeaked. I paused, looking up in shock. Standing before me in a tight, revealing silk dress and a dark wig, her face painted with heavy, cheap cosmetics, was Stacey. She looked like a low-tier tavern host hired to entertain rogue wolves. My brow furrowed in deep disgust and confusion. Meeting her twice in one day under such drastically different, tragic circumstances made my blood run cold. "Stacey? What in the world are you doing here dressed like that?"