Gwen Stark Novels & Stories

"The Horse and Selen will attend tonight. Watch out for new faces, and keep an eye on Dr. Gwen. She is disguised as a technician, watch who she interacts with, that's our target" I scanned the room and spotted Dr. Gwen in a pair of work overalls. I watched, frozen, as she brushed against Lala and slipped a card into her hand. Next to me, Luke stood just as still, staring at his own phone. It seemed he had come for the same reason and now we were both paralyzed by the same shocking truth.

"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."

"Listen, Gwen. I need you to not tell Fanny about this. Not a word. It’s better if she never knows. If she finds out, we’re both in a massive amount of trouble. Especially you. She will literally kill you." Gwen paused, hooking her bra and looking at me over her shoulder. "Okay. And what if I go against what you said and tell your girlfriend anyway?" I felt a flash of genuine fear for her. I stepped closer, my expression darkening. "Then you’ll be signing your own death warrant. It’ll be your funeral, not mine. You can’t go up against her. She’s a wolf, Gwen. And you’re just... human." "I see," she said, her voice turning cold. "The insults never really stop, do they? Fine, it’s alright." Sh

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

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.

"Even Rachel is so happy, she is someone who always has a smile on her face, making everyone else smile. But deep down she is always so lonely, she too has a hard time expressing herself. But she hides it with a fake smile on her face, to fool others," "I know……," I mumbled. Rachel was always the strong one who never showed her weakness to others and hid it well with a smile. Whereas Grace is quite the opposite of Rachel, she acts strong but, deep down she hides her sadness, so much so that she is seen as mean to other people, even though all she was trying is to protect herself from any emotional harm. But Grace was always misjudged because of her behavior. "They are both similar to each ot

Well, except for the gaze of the man burning holes through my head, I was fine. "I'm Damon. You caught my attention since the beginning of the show but I did not want to disturb you so I waited till the end of the show to approach you." I breathed out as if he was nervous to talk to me. Looking at him now, he had great looks. He was pretty handsome and he was taller than I am. Very well. But not as tall as…. Stop that right now, it thought. "Oh….. I… I'm not very good at this. My name is Gwen. I'm a fashion enthusiast that luckily got an invite to come to a great show like this one." I said to him and he laughed. He had a nice smile.

As if drained of all her energy, she slumped to the ground. Meanwhile, Kirk stood there expressionlessly. "I'm sorry. I wasn't able to protect Caroline." Gwen's tears fell like beads of a broken string when she saw the red indication outside the operating room. When Gwen thought about Layla being behind this, she wanted to beat the latter up so badly. Layla was absolutely crazy. Caroline had already lost her memories, yet she still wasn't satisfied. Kirk stayed silent. He stared at the unusual blob of red on the door with a darkened expression.

There's nothing gorgeous about the old woman. "You look..." Mrs Daniels trails off as she gives me a thorough once over with a look that screams disapproval. I am putting on a long deep blue gown with no hint of skin except for the low neckline which Jason allowed after much scrutiny. "The girl looks alright Flora," Mr Daniels finished her sentence for her. "Father, I'm glad you made it," Jason pumped his Father's hand enthusiastically. "Why are you alone?" Mrs Daniels asked Henley with a tone of derision. "Because I'm alone," Henley replied.