Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

I, TAKE YOU... Giordana. "Oh my baby, you look so pretty," my mother gushed. Staring at the mirror before me, a beautiful woman stared back although she looked different. Why did I look different? my eyes lost their shine. Gone were those bright and twinkling eyes, they were replaced with dark eyes filled with gloom and fear of the unknown. The wedding day has finally dawned. The day I become Mrs. Giordana Quinton-Forbes.

The entire way home, I had thought of her, and this scene right now, told me that she had not only taken on my challenge, she had pushed it even further. I closed the door slowly, then leaned against it, soaking in the view before me. “You’re late.” It came from the shadows, filled with partial chiding. She came out of the shadows, and my breath hitched in my throat. Gwen was the most gorgeous woman I had ever set my eyes on. She looked so soft, like a blooming rose that was spreading out its petals. Her hair was loose, and flowed down her back in tresses. Her lips looked even redder than I recalled but the color wasn’t too sharp. It complemented her rosy cheek and she presented a look of a

I repeated into the phone and said, "My wife, Gwen Everett, claimed to be on a classified business trip tonight, but it turns out that she was having a secret rendezvous with someone at a hotel, and she also rejected the internal surveillance call. "Thus, I suspect that she has defected." Anton went silent over the phone for a long time. Finally, he said, "Please stay where you are and protect yourself, Dr. Hopkins. We will be there in a minute." I hung up and quietly watched the monitor. Gwen was completely panicking now. She abandoned Deacon Hopkins, my younger brother, and rushed out of the hotel as quickly as she could. Meanwhile, Deacon called out behind her in confusion. "Gwen! Where a

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

Gwen spotted Kayla standing near the champagne tower and her sister’s face went from a smug grin to a mask of sheer horror as she saw Gwen walking in wearing diamonds that cost more than a small island. Kayla’s glass nearly slipped from her fingers when she realized that instead of being a discarded wife Gwen looked like the most worshipped woman in the room. "Look at her face baby" Lucian whispered into Gwen's ear as he pulled her closer until their hips were touching. "She thought she destroyed you but she only gave me a reason to love you more obsessively." Gwen took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and raised it slightly toward her stunned sister while she leaned into Lucian’s

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 can help.” Adrian looked at her thoughtfully. “She found him once,” Leila urged. “She can do it once more.” Connor nodded. “Let her dig.” A lethal smirk appeared on Adrian’s face. “She already has a head start.” --- A Message from the Past Gwen Martinez hadn’t slept for days. In the dim glow of her apartment, her fingers raced across the keyboard, hacking through encrypted firewalls and offshore records as if they were nothing. She had been tracking Ethan Graves for days, but now that she knew his true identity—Matteo Ricci—her obsession with tracking him down intensified than ever

However, the unexpected happened. The door opened from the inside, someone pulled her in. "Here she is, Grandpa. She's a bit shy, so I forced her in." Although surprised by the tall man's words next to her, Gwen was relieved that he explained the situation. "During the day, Mr. Jason Cartwright, I am Gwyneth Stewart, or commonly called Gwen, pleased to meet you," she greeted politely. "I came here to—" "So, this is your chosen woman?" Gwen's heart stopped for a moment upon hearing that, and she shifted her attention to the handsome man. "Chosen woman?" she muttered.

My lips parted but no sound came out. Gwen took one calm step closer, her gaze locked on mine like she was pinning me in place. “That’s for stabbing me in the back,” she said quietly. Her voice didn’t shake. Mine did. She leaned in just slightly, her eyes cold enough to freeze blood. “And just so you know… I’m gonna get back with Hayden. Be his Luna. And you—” her smile sharpened like a blade, “—like always, will remain hidden.” Hidden.

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.