Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

Ricardo said. " Sir, Scott said …." " Scott is now the CEO, right? " Ricardo cut in without letting her drop the statement. " This asshole can never keep to his words, just shut the fuck up " Gwen sneered inwardly. " I bet you to say it out," Ricardo said and Gwen was shocked. She knew that he was good and studying people's minds but not to this extent. Gwen left immediately. She went to her table and applied her lip balm. She walked to the studio without looking at his office but she could feel his piercing gaze on her.

Gwen's POV Elena stared at me with a sly smile across her lips. “Oops Gwen, sorry I didn't see you there” She said sarcastically. “Are you blind? You ruined my phone!" I yelled angrily, showing her the screen of my phone. She dropped from her car elegantly. Elena always exudes a strong sense of self-worth, which is evident wherever she goes. “Oh, I am so sorry Gwen. Why don't I get you a new one? And maybe a few bucks as compensation," she said, her sly smile still visible.

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

She scanned the space for the source of the cry when she spotted a silhouette of a woman clutching her stomach and getting help from some hybrid women. It was when they got close enough that Circe realised who it was. Gwen. "Shit!" Circe cursed before running to them. "What happened?" She demanded coldly. Gwen looked up at us and that was when I registered the blood flowing out of her stomach. It seemed as if she had gotten stabbed. She looked beyond pale and was barely breathing properly. "It was a trap. . ." She whispered. Then we stepped aside and watched as they took her to the throne room which was also my bedroom. Then Circe went after them and watched as they placed her on our bed.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

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.

Stella abruptly lifted her head, still staring at him. As if the atmosphere froze over, there was a dead silence that lasted a few seconds… Then, she slowly closed her eyes. She had said all that she could, and no more words could change the results. Her heart went numb with pain and she couldn’t even feel her blood flowing anymore. As if sharp claws had taken a swipe at her chest, leaving a huge bloodied hole, she felt cold and was in pain. Before she could recover from this excruciating pain, she heard Weston’s low and bitter voice say, “I choose Gwen… She’s afraid of heights.”

his friend Rosa called him, while she was waving to him and accompanied by three strong young men. Gwen is a known GRO and gold digger, when it comes to the night club where she works. She is a lover of gallant or rich men and foreigners, because of her ability to seduce and seduce men. He is well-versed in turning heads and capturing their hearts. She is used to being rude and picked on by different men because she also knows that it is part of her job. But even though she has had sex with many different men in bed, only one man still makes her heart beat. That is none other than Adante Kier Bautista.

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

Known for his diplomatic skills and extensive network, he was bringing news that could potentially alter their strategies. The sound of approaching vehicles broke Charlotte's reverie. The pack members straightened up, anticipation heightening. The sleek black SUVs, the typical transport for high-ranking wolves, rolled to a stop at the entrance of the compound. The doors opened, and Aunt Caitlyn stepped out, her presence commanding immediate attention. She was tall and regal, her long, silver-streaked hair flowing down her back. Her piercing blue eyes took in the scene before her with a mix of approval and curiosity. Behind her, Daniel Scott emerged, a tall man with an impeccable sense of sty