Gwen Stacy Comics Novels & Stories

His face darkened, but Gwen only smirked. I quickly turned and continued toward the restroom, my mind spinning. Weren’t they siblings? Or was there something I didn’t know? After splashing water on my face to calm down, I stepped out of the restroom and was immediately cornered by Gwen. She was stunning in a scarlet dress that hugged her figure, her lips painted the same vibrant red. But her eyes were sharp and full of warning. "You didn’t see anything," she hissed, her voice low but full of menace.

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?

Forcing her eyes open, she looked up and met the gaze of six soldiers, two female and four male, all looking at her as if she really was someone who came back from the dead. Gwen placed her good hand on the ground and pushed herself up. “Listen, you never saw me. I was never here. Gwen Chester is dead. Got that.” The group still didn’t say anything and Gwen managed to herself standing. She hesitated a bit before she picked up her gun. “You are seeing things. I’m a ghost.” Gwen didn’t know where she would go, but anywhere was better than staying in the same place where the General was. But before she could even take two steps, Gwen’s arm was grabbed and she was captured by the group.

“You came here by cab, didn’t you, Ms. Sealey? If you don’t mind, Weston and I can give you a ride.” Stella rejected her without hesitation. “That’s alright. It’s easy to get a cab here.” Then, she walked past them to leave. Guinevere raised her eyebrows slightly as she watched Stella leave, seemingly wanting to say more. Weston retracted his gaze and said, “Gwen, don’t do anything unnecessary.” His voice was low as a whisper and there was a look of warning in his eyes. Guinevere’s smile disappeared. “Are you pitying her?” Having said that, she felt the man’s aura abruptly darken.

Did they think it would be easy for them to wipe me out? I stepped under the shower and hissed in pain when water penetrated the bandage. I remembered the slicing and stabbing of skin and that tattoo that belongs to the children of the ruin gang. I will fucking wipe out the entire gang and spare no one. I stayed under the shower for a few minutes before stepping out of the bathroom naked into the room. Only to meet Gwen who enters the room with the aid box. At first she didn't notice me and when she did, she screamed, dropping the box.

Gwen knew when to draw the line, even though she liked going out with men. She enjoyed looking at the handsome faces of men, but pleasure and desire were entirely different. To conclude, she might have lots of ex-boyfriends, but she had never done it with them. "I'm going to work," Gwen mumbled as she covered her phone's camera with her fingers. "I'll call you after work." Caroline hadn't questioned Gwen's words. But once the call ended, she realized that it must be midnight back in Easton now. How come Gwen had work even though it was already so late?

Any man that she had her eye on would all become hers in the end without any exception! Lisa followed Serenity into the fitting room to help her change her clothes. Gwen was then about to leave the store with a dejected look on her face when she was once again stopped by Connor. "What… What is it, Mr. Gunn?" "You seem to spending quite a lot of money lately, Ms. Scott. The dresses here aren't something ordinary people can afford at all." Gwen was almost at a loss of what to say, but she managed to reply, "I… I was just looking around, that's all."

In fear of being scolded by her grandmother and every family member, Stacey was not planning on telling everyone that Arthur is the Mr Stark. "And, I'm supposed to believe that?" Gwendolyn asked with a stern stare, not believing her granddaughter's lie.

Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples. "Then go play with them, dirty thing." Marcel saw that Sadie was about to wake up and impatiently stopped paying attention to the so-called fearsome ghost. Gwen's ghost felt that killing these both is better than killing Dolores and Naomi, seeing that it was almost morning, the ghost humphed and disappeared from the room.

Well, except for the gaze of the man burning holes through my head, I was fine. "I'm Damon. You caught my attention since the beginning of the show but I did not want to disturb you so I waited till the end of the show to approach you." I breathed out as if he was nervous to talk to me. Looking at him now, he had great looks. He was pretty handsome and he was taller than I am. Very well. But not as tall as…. Stop that right now, it thought. "Oh….. I… I'm not very good at this. My name is Gwen. I'm a fashion enthusiast that luckily got an invite to come to a great show like this one." I said to him and he laughed. He had a nice smile.