Gwen Stacey Novels & Stories

He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings—until he caught someone saying his name. Jace Bennett grabbed Gwen Grayson's arm as she tried to leave, his face full of contempt. "Stop pretending. Everyone in New York City knows what went down between you and Tayne Marsh. I'm doing you a favor by even going through the motions with you. You really think I'd want a used woman like you?" Gwen Grayson's face went pale instantly. What a scumbag. Tim was standing behind a tree, about to step in, when he heard Gwen Grayson fire back: "You're the used one—your whole family is used. Even if I did sleep with Tayne Marsh, a piece of trash like you wouldn't deserve me anyway."

Gwen muttered as she pulled her hand from mine slowly. As we got back into the car and made our way to Holt Holdings, Gwen started picking at her fingers as I noticed this I knew she was nervous to meet the council members. I watched it for a moment then looked away and said nothing because she would tell me she was fine and she was allowed to have that. "Do I look okay?" she asked quietly without turning from the window. I looked at her. The dress was deep and fitted and the slit caught the light when she shifted in her seat, her hair was pulled back in a way that showed the line of her jaw which was set and composed even now.

"Gwen, we already paid off Stefan, and he's long gone. What more can Aspen and her people possibly do?" Gwyneth studied her carefully applied makeup in the mirror, checking every detail until she was satisfied with her flawless appearance. Only then did she turn around gracefully and walk over to Zac. She tapped his forehead with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "You know what your problem is? You don't have enough nerve to pull off anything big." Zac pouted slightly at being scolded, mumbling defensively, "I'm just being careful. Better safe than sorry, right?"

It was gone before I could place it. Logan shifted beside me, his stance stiffening. A slow smile crept across Gareth’s face. “No mate, then.” His voice was light, but his eyes were sharp. “Interesting.” Another Alpha stepped forward—a woman this time, tall and lean with silver hair braided down her back. Alpha Maren of the Shadow fang pack. “You speak of protection,” she said, folding her arms. “But protection alone does not unify a pack. Strength does. Leadership. You are powerful, Rachael, but can you lead?”

"James, is your body something just any doctor can touch? Don't be so careless." Wanda's words pierced Gwen's heart, and her expression turned deeply unpleasant. "Mrs. Bronson Senior, not only am I a longtime friend of Chief Bronson, but I'm also his business partner. I run my own private clinic and research lab overseas and am a well-known cardiothoracic surgeon in Everport." Gwen pulled her business card from her purse and handed it to Wanda, adding, "My skills are no less than those of the doctors around Chief Bronson. So no, I'm not just 'any' doctor."

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con

Gwen strode into Cross Enterprise’s grand lobby, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. She just got back from where she had told Eva she was going and had tried calling Eva multiple times, but as expected, Eva was too busy flirting or whatever she was doing with Damien to answer her phone. Glancing at the time, Gwen muttered under her breath. “If she doesn’t come out now, Victoria’s going to have my head.” With no other choice, she let out an exasperated sigh, and approached the receptionist’s desk.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“Julian said—” “Julian Cross is a liar.” Avery leaned against the wall. “He knew the account number.” Dwayne’s eyes flicked toward him. There. Tiny. Almost nothing. But I saw it. Avery did too. “What account?” I asked. Dwayne said nothing. Avery answered. “Cayman account.” My pulse jumped. “What Cayman account?” “Whitney.” I snapped toward Dwayne. “If you tell me this isn’t the time one more time, I swear to God—”

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.