Gwen Stacy Spider Novels & Stories

“No, no, not now. You’ll cum only when I tell you to.” “Do you understand me?” She lifted a stern gaze to me. “Yes,” I bit out, groaning when her mouth covered my cock. Gwen sucked my cock like she was being paid a large sum to, worshipping every inch of my dick and lapping up the precum at the tip of it every time it dropped. Everytime I felt like I reached my climax, she would pause her movement and the cycle continued, torturous for me but satisfying for her. “Beg me Xavier, beg me for your release,” she hummed, leaning back with a wicked smile.

Ignoring them, Stacey walked inside the house, with a smile plastered on her face. Gwendolyn, who looked humble not a while ago, now had a cold expression on her face, as she watched Alvaro Amaro and his son get taken away. The fact that a powerful man, like Mr. Stark, has helped her, made her feel powerful. Only if she knew who the so-called: 'Mr. Stark' was, and how much he hated her and her family. In fact, he only helped cause it's what he would do for everyone in need.

“Hah!” I shift and glance at Aderyn uneasily. This might take a while. Aderyn croaks loudly then spreads its wings and flaps hard to gain the witch’s attention. “Day is almost upon us, so let me speak briefly. Gwen’s blood is, as you have noticed, wolf and witch. She has come to prove herself a witch and me her familiar. Do you accept?” The haggard women all stop talking long enough to listen before they all whisper to themselves. Even with my werewolf hearing, I can’t tell what they are saying.

"Gwennie, I just think…you shouldn't assume Luke is dead. So long as his body remains, he's still roaming this earth, isn't he?" Gwen let out another chuckle. "Of course I know I shouldn't assume that. All I'm saying is that I won't fall for anyone else, especially not Stefan, not in a million years, and not even if Luke died." Luna raised her brows when she heard this. "Stefan?" "Yes. That's his name." Gwen put down her toothbrush and wiped her mouth. "His name is Stefan Joneson. S-T-E-F-A-N. Stefan."

I’ve been working for Beta Trevor for three years. Over that time, I’ve created spells and potions to keep his daughter, Gwen, out of trouble and keep his Alpha, Alpha Carter, unaware of what his daughter is really doing. Beta Trevor wants her to be the next Beta and if his Alpha knew what a conniving, manipulative, abusive person she was, he’d either demote her or more likely, he’d banish her from their pack.

Estella eyes her and ignores her too, her eyes back on me. “I need to know what he did you you. I think I can help.” “Please don’t tell me that you’re a witch, I don’t smell any magic on you,” Gwen scrunches up her nose as she inhales, “No magic at all.” “I’m a werewolf, my princess.” I frown at Estella’s words, “Sometimes I wonder if she really is a princess.” “Hey! I will ignore that if we get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps,” Her eyes bounces around the room before she rushes to open the door, “Y’all coming?”

"Gwen, we already paid off Stefan, and he's long gone. What more can Aspen and her people possibly do?" Gwyneth studied her carefully applied makeup in the mirror, checking every detail until she was satisfied with her flawless appearance. Only then did she turn around gracefully and walk over to Zac. She tapped his forehead with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "You know what your problem is? You don't have enough nerve to pull off anything big." Zac pouted slightly at being scolded, mumbling defensively, "I'm just being careful. Better safe than sorry, right?"

I smiled at Vera and said, "This is your second life, Vera. Everyone wishes to have that kind of privilege. So my request is for you to take care in every way and always choose the right path." "I will treasure this beautiful gift of yours," he vowed earnestly. "Gwen is a silver werewolf. Despite her ability to heal and resurrect the dead, she cannot save her sister. This is why we are asking for your cooperation in this upcoming battle. If you are into it, we would be happy to accept you as a new ally. If you are into it, please come with us," Israel told us. "We need you to defend the borders of the La Cavier. Our entire land."

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.

"I will pick you up in fifteen minutes." Siam looked at the message that he just received from his fiance and soon to be wife. He sighed and looked at himself. He was a mechanic and was greasy and had stain on his clothes. He got up and walked towards where he had his clean clothes so he could change and take a shower. Gwen Stefani, 27, had taken the seat of the CEO of her father's company two years ago. She was a successful business woman as she had the genes of her genius parents who were considered the king and queen of the business.