Gwen Stacy Doll 소설 & 이야기

Gina had a blue dress on like her hair the 3 troublemakers also approved of her look Azar and Kai had both black suits and black ties while Draco had a dark blue suit and tie to fit his mates blue dress Dereus put his hand on Celeas head " you look weird" Dereus was wearing a white suit the color she had told him to thru mid link to fit Kayas white dress. Ever since her power completely awakened at the war she could do things like mind link and a lot more " weird? how dare you?" asked Celea

That’s how it should be. I walked to the closet, looking through the amazing silk, cotton and nylon gowns that hung, inside. I pulled out a red gown, and slipped it on. I opened my hair, letting my blonde crusades fall onto my back, landing just before my waist. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, as I placed the crown upon my head. Now I am the perfect queen.

Gwen squealed as she jumped on the bed. "You're going to have your coming-of-age party soon, Gwendolyn. How do you see yourself in the coming month?" Ethan asked, taking a seat on the chair. "I want nothing but to see my mate standing inches away from me with a smile on his lips as I dance towards him with a flower in my hand. He must be handsome and very calm. I don't want a violent man, I'll kill him myself." "Such high standards for little you," Ethan commented, earning a scowl from Gwen who bent down to their him a shoe.

Estella eyes her and ignores her too, her eyes back on me. “I need to know what he did you you. I think I can help.” “Please don’t tell me that you’re a witch, I don’t smell any magic on you,” Gwen scrunches up her nose as she inhales, “No magic at all.” “I’m a werewolf, my princess.” I frown at Estella’s words, “Sometimes I wonder if she really is a princess.” “Hey! I will ignore that if we get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps,” Her eyes bounces around the room before she rushes to open the door, “Y’all coming?”

Gwen's POV I smooth my hands over the fabric of my dress, a deep purple and shimmering as a diamond. The skirt flares up at the bottom in a sweeping train. It's sleeveless, just enough to be comfortable but still show off my slender figure. My chest is completely exposed, a small round silver pendant dangles from my neck, and I swear, I love how feminine it looks against me. My lips curl into an impish smile when I remember wearing it first. It was my first night with Alpha Ace, including our family and other packs.

“She is a bitch! She snatched Gwen’s husband away, then killed her son!” “Gwen has a rare blood type. She won’t be able to have another child again…” “What a ruthless woman! I hope she goes to hell!” Stella was not sure who threw a rotten egg at her, but it seemed that they had planned it in advance. Subsequently, all the eggs they had were smashed into her face— The stench was unbearable. Stella closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found nothing on her. Weston had blocked all the attacks for her.

“I know what you need. I can give it to you. The kind of relief that no one else can give.” Rowan’s jaw tightens but he says nothing, just stares at her coldly. This child has gotten bolder. Gwen smiles and straightens up, her fingers slips the knot of her robe loose and the robe falls to the floor, leaving her body in nothing but a lace lingerie that clings to her curves. She rests her hands on the armrest again and leans in till her lips brushes against his ear. Rowan clenches his glass, fighting the urge to shove her off and burn the tip of the cigar into her skin. She will love pretty with pain, won’t she?

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

Stacy chanted reasons to stop being jealous over something stupid. When Bruce heard Cherry’s voice from the stairs, he raised his gaze and saw Stacy dressed in a long-fitted royal blue gown that got all the way to her feet with a little flare at the hem. The gown had little sparkles on it. It was an armless gown that covers only the top of her boobs, it wasn't revealing that much except her neckline. She wore a simple heart earring and a necklace with a heart pendant. But the only thing that was off was the flat shoes she wore, yet it wasn't noticeable because the long gown had covered it up.

~ Stellan’s POV The crystal goblet caught the dim, ambient lighting of the Upper East Side penthouse, the deep red vintage swirling smoothly as she extended it toward me. "Is this the woman you decided to take as your wife?" Stacy’s voice was exactly as I remembered it, a smooth, calculated purr that concealed a heart forged from pure, unapologetic greed. She stood in the center of her excessively lavish living room, wearing a designer trench coat she hadn't bothered to take off, her blonde hair perfectly styled.