Gwen Stacy R34 Novels & Stories

Hands roamed Gwen's body Mike twisting her nipples, Sara fingering her pussy, breaths turning to animalistic pants. Rotation blurred: Ethan next, his strap-on longer, reaming deeper, Gwen's asshole clenching visibly in reflections. Tara followed, petite but fierce, pounding with grunts that echoed. Derek's turn brought fisting depth, his lubed hand breaching her fully, wrist-deep twists making her howl.

I could see his chiseled jaw from under the material, with a light stubble on his face but his eyes were hidden. "And this is the famous hybrid Scarlett Baranov, mated to Jaxon, I can't wait to see what you can do," the man spoke in a menacing rough voice and even though I couldn't make out his eyes, the imagination of them looking right at me sent a cold shiver down my spine. While Scarlett's presence comforted me, his own had hairs in the back of my neck standing. Everything about him screamed darkness and I couldn't deny my calmness at that moment faltered. "Can we get this over with Tristan." Gwen ground the words, her previous fear having already evaporated. She now had a warlock and do

The lady on his lap turned around, revealing her exposed, rounded and firm breasts, her gorgeous brown eyes and pink lips, with the perfect topping of a pointed nose. I couldn't help get intimidated by her model-like figure and spotless skin, especially thinking over the position I found between her and Brian. “Oh, hey darling,” she said with a thin, soft and seductive voice, standing just in front of Brian. She wore a black mini skirt, only about ten inches in length, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She paired it with a black, body hog vest, with one sleeve, and there was no denying how hot she looked. “I'm Stacy,” she introduced. I stared at her without any words, as I desperate

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.

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.”

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.

She cherished how the tulle fabric rose into folds at her bustline, adding another area of intrigue to her appearance that might be used to entice her husband. "You smile as if you're planning something for your husband," Gwen commented when she noticed Rafaella's strange smile and even the sparkle in her eyes. "This is my killer moment with Alex, especially since his ex is around. I want his eyes on me only." Gwen let out a crisp laugh. At 6:30 in the evening, the black Maserati car driven by Giovanni parked in front of the gate. "Wow," the man only said when he saw Rafaella and Gwen in their stiletto heels sandals. "I'm speechless at your beauties, ladies. It's a pleasure to be at your ser

she ordered, pointing toward a couch nearby. Paulo looked at it, then at her. “I’m not your assistant.” “Sit,” she repeated. He let out a long exaggerated sigh. Then he sat, leaning back slightly, clearly not impressed by any of this. Raine disappeared into the fitting room. Just a few minutes passed, Paulo glanced around, already bored. He checked his phone. He saw nothing worth his attention, then he turned it off. He repeated until the curtain pulled back and Raine stepped out. She was wearing a blue knee-length dress that highlighted her frame without trying too hard.

I needed to be faster, sharper, and more precise. The sound of a high-end engine broke my concentration. I looked up to see a red Audi A3 pulling into the driveway next door. It was a beautiful piece of machinery—sleek, aggressive, and clearly a gift from Gwen’s wealthy aunt. Gwen hopped out of the driver’s seat, looking tired but steady. I caught myself starting to lift a hand to wave, but I stopped. She didn't even look my way. She just hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and marched up her porch steps.

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.