Novel & Cerita Gwen Stacy Doll

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.

Gwen murmured her eyes wide with awe at Taylor’s new, stunning appearance. “Now it’s my turn,” Gwen declared while her gaze fixed on the crystal ball as she started to recite her spell. As Gwen finished reciting the spell, she underwent a dramatic transformation. Her auburn hair darkened to chestnut brown, and her eyes turned icy blue. Her once soft features became sharper and more striking, with high cheekbones and a slender nose. Her body became lithe and statuesque, giving her an almost regal bearing. The air around her seemed to vibrate with power, and it was clear that Gwen was now a force to be reckoned with.

Ten Years Ago ~~~~~~~ "Happy birthday, Gwen." Gwendolyn Bowen smiled happily and blew out the candles on her cake. She leaned back, hands held together as if in prayer, and sighed blissfully. It was her eighteenth birthday, a day she had been waiting for. The moon in the sky was a full round disc, sending its silvery rays through the windows, a proof of the moon goddess's blessings. Beside her were her parents, Alpha Thane and Luna Naomi, rulers of the Earth Realm Pack.

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.

her assistant quickly said and left the office in a hurry. Gwen sat back down in her chair. She picked up her phone, opened the photo album and flipped to one of the pictures. The picture showed Serenity wearing a custom-made gown and a ruby necklace, standing elegantly next to Jackson. Someone posted this photo on social media yesterday, and Gwen saw it! She had her eyes on the gown and the ruby necklace first! Thinking of the ruby necklace, Gwen became even more upset! Some time ago, she saw the ruby necklace and found it really beautiful, but because it was very expensive, she naturally couldn't afford it. Therefore, she "inadvertently" led Jackson to the necklace to see if he would buy i

The King of Merfolk should be bowing to her. She stood in a dress of wrapped coral, curled and swooped off her shoulder like a wave, her brown hair tumbling down the other side on her bare shimmering skin. Her large black eyes scrunched a little as she smiled at the men behind me. "You can call me Gwen." I looked at my mates, giving them a sheepish smile as they glared at me. "In my defence, I didn't know it was her." Dane rolled his eyes, Xavier placing his gun over his shoulder and rose a brow.

Chapter 118: Bonding with a Father Figure. ~ Gwen ~ After a quick, hot shower, I stood in front of my closet and opted for something completely low-key. I pulled on a pair of comfortable denim jeans and a simple v-neck gray t-shirt. I gathered my hair up, pulling it back into a high ponytail, and walked out the door to head across the lawn to the Underwood residence. As I made the short trek over, a small part of me secretly hoped that Yates would be the one to open the door when I knocked. Instead, the heavy wood swung back to reveal Scott.

Like Theo, I've also known Gwen since childhood. Her mother is 'the' Allesandra Evellon, a world renowned Fashion Designer and my mother is one of her clients and biggest fans. We were in the same daycare, and for a while our family thought about merging our clans. That fizzled out around the time we got to grade school and she's now engaged, though not formally announced yet, with the heir of SLSF Insurance Company Inc. We didn't like each other very much back then so I didn't really care. And she was perfectly happy that it didn't work out for us because she's already completely smitten with Royce. We never exchanged much words apart from polite greetings and nods on family and company eve

“If I don’t expose every single one of your lies today, I’m not a Collins.” Lucy grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me along behind her. The back of my head scraped against the hallway wallpaper the entire way. When Grace pushed open the next door, her footsteps halted abruptly. Taking up an entire wall was a glass display cabinet, beautifully lit by warm LED strips. Neatly arranged across three tiers of shelves were my ball-jointed dolls. Every single one of them was dressed in high-end, hand-stitched clothing. Their hair was perfectly styled, and their eyes were made of various brilliant gemstones. They were exquisitely beautiful.