Gwen Stacy Doll Novels & Stories

Gwen figured meeting Damian would be the key to unlocking the truth behind Sienna’s identity. Driven by this realization, she eagerly agreed when he asked to meet up. Still, Gwen couldn't suppress her curiosity about Ivy, Jeff’s mistress. If she were being honest, Sienna was far more attractive. The only flaw was Sienna’s overly modest, traditional style, even though every piece in her wardrobe was made of top-tier material. Ivy, on the other hand, was sleek and modern, a dangerously seductive woman draped in flashy, revealing clothes with bold, dramatic makeup to match.

People began murmuring, their whispers threading through the air like invisible tendrils. "Is that Gwen Summerbell?" "She looks even more stunning than before." "Didn't she disappear after her father took her to London?" I ignored them, keeping my head high. Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, a familiar one emerged. "Gwen!" Jersey, the birthday girl herself, rushed toward me, her arms outstretched. She was as radiant as ever in a stunning deep-red gown, her dark curls styled to perfection. I smiled as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

Did he think Gwen was our mate after all this? “Xael oh Xael…you and your pack can do anything to me. You will never have Xena again. One by one, this pack will die. I have won. Your parents and this pack thought you won back then. You were wrong. I won!” Gwen brags with an evil grin. I don’t even understand what she is bragging about. I have never done anything to her. “Gwen is Gragoli the witch your parents banished years back.”

Then she stands, the action suddenly menacing. She turns around to reveal a pale face. A wooden pendant hangs down a thin neck and her brown hair is secured at her nape in a severe bun. The drab grey gown she wears is complimented by her emotionless expression. "Welcome to Mount Ilya, Gweneth Ryder. Do you choose to renounce your former life and join us in our quest to cleanse the world?" Everything seems to catch up with and the walls start to close in. "No, you sicko!"

I watched them leave, their heads held high but their expressions less confident than when they first entered. Goodbye!” I called after them, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thanks for the dresses!” Once the door closed, I exhaled deeply, leaning against it as I felt a rush of adrenaline. I glanced at the beautiful dress on the bed and the stunning necklace that sparkled under the light. The dress was a stunning floor-length gown, designed to capture attention and exude elegance. Crafted from luxurious midnight blue silk. I knew I was ready to show everyone, especially Lucian, that I was more than just a reflection of Arlene. I was Gwen, and I was here to stay.

She grinned. ~~~~~~ "Hey Gwen, you busy?". Jesse walked into her room and saw her playing with her dolls. "I'm organizing a tea party for my dolls. Want to join? I'll ask Aunt Bella if she'll like to join us." Gwen said. "Sure but I have something I want to tell you so can you do that later?". Jesse asked. "Okay." She set her dolls aside and turned to face him completely. "Is anything the matter daddy?". "Uh..."

Gwen's POV “You look gorgeous Gwen” Granny complimented me. She was right; I had not felt this beautiful in a long time. I was dressed in a sleek metallic gold bodycon dress, it's length was above my knee and had intricate lace sleeves delicately embroidered with golden thread. The dress hugged my curves accentuating every contour while the lace sleeves added a touch of elegance and allure. I wore a black high heel that matched my Chanel purse, the last gift Andrew gave me while we were still married.

Gwen was the epitome of beauty. She had on her seductive robes that exposed way above the cleavage, but her ample bosom, as the part shading her nipples, showed the little things begging to be free. It was all round seduction. She would bangles and anklets and had jewelry on her hair but lived away from the world. She was a total loner but surprisingly, she was never attacked, probably because of her powers, but no one could tell. Many great men and werewolves would seek her out, and of course, she did sleep with the majority of whom she found interesting.

"Oh? Kind soul, you say? So kind… that you thought it was okay to steal from her?" Gwen’s reaction was immediate, like a scalding iron pressed to her skin. "Me? Steal? That’s absurd! I would never take anything from Jane!" Greg crouched suddenly, his face now level with hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that felt like a blade pressed to her throat. His hand moved to her chest, fingers curling around a thin chain tucked beneath her collar. Slowly, he pulled it into view. The delicate pendant at the end caught the light, glinting softly—a stunning little gem, small but unmistakably precious.

It was simple, but I was worried that it might be too simple. Gwen slapped my arm. "Of course! You look perfect. All the men will have their eyes on you, trust me," she grinned. I laughed it off, but I secretly wondered if Kaden would be taken with my outfit. I hoped so. "One minute," Gwen said, walking back to the drawer. After much rifling, she returned with a gold piece. It was a simple choker necklace, and it was beautiful. She helped me put it on and then she made me look in the mirror again. "You're perfect."