Gwen Stacy X Miles Morales Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We'll give them something they aren't expecting.” Xavier smiled. “What?” Lucas looked at him. “Me.” --- Inside the mansion, Stacy walked through a dark corridor. Her footsteps echoed through the empty building. She held a small flashlight in one hand. Her other hand remained close to her weapon. She reached the end of the corridor. A door stood slightly open. Stacy pushed it. The room was empty. On a wooden table sat a single envelope. She approached slowly. The envelope had her name on it. STACY MORGAN.

Gwen flipped her blonde hair, staring at the guards in disbelief. "A misunderstanding? You're the ones who've totally misunderstood. Look at this fat pig? Do you think she looks like Luna material? You even placed her in the front row like she's someone important. This woman was the Whitecrest Pack's slave. She worked as our omega and was the lowest of the lowest. How dare she sit in the front row like she's someone important? Everyone, this woman doesn't deserve to be in this place. She's not even a real Luna!" Gwen yelled. Everyone's eyes were on us, and they whispered among themselves.

Gwen muttered with a frown. If she failed this mission, she'd be reprimanded and lose her mentor's trust. "Wherever you are, I'll find you," she said coldly. "And when I do, I'll grind your bones to dust. A half-breed of the Drake family like you isn't meant to exist." Once Queenie confirmed Gwen had left Javonbury, she contacted Ashton. "Ms. Nolan, what's up?" Ashton asked, caught off guard as he made his way to the Skybound Club in Linton Island. He hadn't expected her to call at a time like this.

"Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!" My mom looked at the floor, then at me, completely overwhelmed by deep shame and fear. "Annie, I always tell you to focus on your studies! This werewolf of a thing has brought nothing to you but trouble. You're even causing a problem for me, too. Damon please, I apologize for my daughter's behavior. Just don't hurt her."

"I keep a couple of residences in different cities across the country. This one was the one that was the most convenient to get to Raquel's residence." Gwen gave that some thought for a while. "So," you ask, "where exactly does the witch live?" "A teeny-tiny town in the state of New Mexico with no name." "New Mexico!" says the speaker. Gwen exclaimed. She was aware that she had been drugged at the time that she was out partying with Melissa, but she was unaware that her abductor had brought her so far from her house. Phil shifted his weight forward, crossing his arms across the table. "I don't remember thanking you for rescuing me from that hellhole," the person said.

Luna suddenly lifted her head at Gwen’s words. Gwen looked ahead determinedly, and her eyes seemed to twinkle. “She’s not a mistress. Not once has she ever thought of meddling in other people’s lives. She is an exceptional jewelry designer, who has won many awards internationally. The only reason she chose to stay with the Lynch Group wasn’t because she had intentions toward Joshua Lynch, but because she’s a local of Banyan City. She dedicated herself to growing the jewelry industry of Banyan City.” The crowd was in an uproar at Gwen’s words.

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?”

Years of experience, excellent references, all the qualifications he needed. Mrs. Morales had done well, as always. He trusted her judgment completely when it came to hiring staff. A knock sounded at his door, sharp and professional. "Come in," Grayson called, not looking up from the document in his hands. The door opened and Mrs Catherine Morales came in with a very beautiful woman. Dressed professionally but her figure was still striking. "Mr. Cross," Mrs. Morales said, her voice warm "This is Monica V, your new PA."

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.”

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.