Gwen Stark Novels & Stories

When Catherine swiped her card, the light for the eighth floor came on, indicating that she was the first to select that floor, and would apparently be the only one going there. As she stepped out of the elevator, Catherine found herself in a beautiful reception area with light brown sofas and fashion and car magazines on a glass coffee table. A large wooden counter with four chairs stood ahead, but only two were occupied. One of the secretaries was clearly younger than Catherine, with straight dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a brown suit adorned with the Titan Lawyers team symbol, making her look incredibly elegant. The other secretary appeared to be in her sixties, with brown hair that w

he asked sternly, his eyes fixed on her, his training radiating from his presence. Startled, the woman turned to face Lark, panic flashing in her eyes. Instinctively, she attempted to flee, but Lark swiftly closed the gap between them, his hands firmly grasping hers to prevent her escape. In that moment, her scarf slipped from her face, revealing the features of a person Lark knew all too well— Gwen Lark's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Though he had never truly met Gwen, her face had an undeniable familiarity. Caught off guard by her unexpected presence, his composed demeanor faltered momentarily, causing him to stumble over his words.

Steve and Ms. Walker were seated when Gwen arrived. Steve immediately stood and helped Gwen with her chair while Ms. Walker smiled her approval. Gwen once again wore the amazing red dress that Lisa had loaned to her. Steve wore a sports jacket over a dark mock turtleneck that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful chest.

From Jordan’s expression, she understood that Richard had been protecting Joshua in secret, had been subdued by Jordan How annoying l, why would Joshua every need an assassin to protect him anyway? Gwen hated this. She refused to allow any other to come close to Joshua. “By the way, what’s your name?” Joshua enquired. They had known each other for so long but Joshua still didn’t know. “Gwen Tennyson. You can call me Gwen.” Gwen introduced herself to him. Gwen Tennyson? Joshua mumbled the name to himself but didn’t say anything else. He glanced at the rear-view mirror once again, but there were still no signs of Richard’s car.

After all, the one who is protecting half of this army with her hair and her blood is a girl; my girl. "They are approaching us!" Leaders shout as we receive signals that the rival army is in sight. We have observers that are hiding on the top of the trees to keep us up to date as we cannot see everything when we are on the ground level. I can see Eleanor in the front lines, the smirk on her face screams evil; she is the daughter of Lucifer. Even Lucifer himself does not have this amount of evilness and hatred within him. She exceeds all limits.

I stood leaning against the wall outside her room when I sensed a subtle shift in the air as a figure appeared from the corner of my eyes. I lifted my head, and there the unwanted guest was, Gwen. Dressed in white like she was some grieving saint instead of the snake she was. For a split second, I was genuinely surprised, not because she had the audacity to show up here, but because of how calm she looked, cosplaying a saint as usual. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out low, controlled. She slowed her steps, stopping a few feet away from me. “I heard about Elara,” she said softly.

His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won. Beside Gareth was Liana Stonefist, a warrior whose physical strength and close combat abilities had earned her the title "The Iron Guardian." Muscular and resolute, Liana’s steely gaze hinted at the countless battles she had endured, and her presence exuded an aura of raw, unbridled power.

"Richard, we need to talk in private." In the family, she always plays the role of a strict mother who teaches her children. Although she always gives her children the best living conditions, it does not mean that she indulges in naughty beings. 10, Later, Richard Wayne from a naughty boy became a brilliant director of MJ Corporation. He led MJ to grow stronger and stronger, conquering all fields. Gwen has been a professor since 24 and teaches at the most prestigious university in country A. Her body is not as weak as before, but she still falls ill once or twice a year and has to be hospitalized because she often has to go out. abroad for in-depth study.

Gwen also shouted, trying to hold the tears back as she took in the sight of her friend. Xolvion could see the darkness in her eyes, knowing that she had already lost her mind. "Please, you have to heal her!" Gwen pleaded, no longer able to hold her tears back. "I can heal her physically, but her mind is a different matter..." He said, knowing that all he could try to do was wipe her memory. "Kill me..." A soft voice spoke, coming from the girl. "Stacy! Please hang on, its me. Its Owen, we have come to save you." Owen said, trying to hold Stacy upright so she could see who he was.

They apologized for taking up space. "You don't have to stop," he muttered. "Alpha." I straightened immediately. "Xavier. My name is Xavier." He corrected me. I had not known what to do with that so I had said nothing and he had stood there for a moment looking at me with those blue eyes that didn't know how to be casual and then he asked. "What's your name?" "Gwen." I answered quickly. "Just Gwen?" "Gwendolyn Rivers, sir." I held the mop handle like it was something to hold onto.