Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

I voiced my doubts, still frowning. Gwen looked confused at my words, she titled her head as she informed me, “He? Cary is- Cary is a girl. The one I worked I with, we both were female shifters.” “What? That means we were dealing with two imposters!” I announced and looked at the hall way behind me. Gwen nodded and asked finally, “Can I know your name as well?” I shook my head at my stupidity. I didn’t even told her my name? Then I nodded and finally told her, “Yeah, sorry, it’s Cynthia! Cynthia Langston but you can call me Thia if you want.”

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.

It was disconcerting. I looked out of the window as we flew over the Atlantic, trying to ignore the pain in my body. I had refused painkillers because I wanted to be alert. Much as I thought it unwarranted, Natasha’s caution was infectious. I was pretty sure there’d be no trouble but I wouldn’t bet my life – or Irina’s – on it. She came in and sat on the bed, clad in a beautiful cashmere sweater, the color of her eyes and hair and blue jeans with black boots. A graceful swan, hands clasped around her crossed knee, her eyes sharp as they raked over my prone frame.

"I was. For a moment, I touched true death. And it showed me what I really am." I took a step forward, and the stone beneath my feet cracked. Power radiated from me in visible waves of silver light that made the air shimmer and dance. "I am Ghost Wolf, daughter of the moon, born of a bloodline that predates your pathetic scrambling for power by centuries." Another step, kelly backed away, her eyes wide with something she'd never shown me before. Fear. "And you," I continued, my voice dropping to something cold and lethal, "are nothing but a thief wearing stolen glory."

Their happiness would never last as long as she was alive and breathing. "Are you going to help us?" Gwen's red eyes showed with mirth as she stared at both women in front of her... they were desperate for her help, and she was bored. life here was boring and she needed some fun in it... it sounded fun to her... the downfall of the lycans

Misfortune and misery were her constant companions. But the crowning flame showed justice about one thing - Her pack prospered. Her misfortune was the price she paid to keep her pack afloat. Her wolves did have great fortune and for that, she was grateful. “Ugh!” Suddenly, out of nowhere, Gwen felt excruciating pain in her chest. She collapsed to the floor, in between her desk and her chair. She gritted her teeth as she clutched her chest, digging her nails into her skin. “Help!” She mind-linked the pack doctor, Oliver Morris. “Help!”

"I spoke to Sydney. She and Cain are not making any headway with her. She won't spill anything." "I'm not surprised." I muttered. "She's a believer. It's going to be damn near impossible to get her to spill. She has nothing to live for anymore." "I think she does." Zora said, causing Roman and I to exchange looks. Zora went on to explain what Gwen told her about how she and her mother were able to infiltrate the lycan ranks. Then she faced me, "Do you have any idea where her Mom is?" "Gwen's Mom died a few years before her husband during a family visit outside the territory. I think she died by rogue attack and Gwen had to travel for her funeral."

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

she defended. “Well, she is not only my secretary. She is going to be my wife and your future sister-in-law, so practice respecting her.” Ms. Gwen only rolled her eyes, irritated by what Mr. Darwin said to her. From what I know, she is a famous model at an entertainment agency. Showbiz is her industry and she is the one who followed their mother’s footsteps. The other men in the family were in the business field. “Whatever,” Miss Gwen commented. After I placed the shrimp dish and five spoons of rice on my empty plate, I decided to answer Miss Gwen’s question as if I am not even fazed by her.