Gwen Td Novels & Stories

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

Chapter 34: This Isn’t Over ~ Gwen ~ I arrived at the athletic field the next day with plenty of time to spare. I wasn’t taking any chances this time. I had opted for a pink tank top and grey yoga pants—a makeshift uniform since I hadn't been officially issued the real thing yet. I pulled my hair up into a high, messy bun and scanned the group already gathered near the sidelines. "Morning, everyone," I said, a playful smirk touching my lips as I dropped my bag. "I’m early today. I hope you guys didn’t miss me too much."

she gestured to Timothy. "I recognize him," Gwen replied. "On October 10th, Timothy came to the brothel, and I served him the entire night…" "You're lying!" Timothy instinctively argued. Gwen looked aggrieved. "If you noble ones don't believe me, I can tell you about the moles on his body, and the gold ingot he gave me." "Gwen is the number one prostitute of Logan Terrace," Jane said. "I'm sure Timothy went there after hearing about his fame."

she defended. “Well, she is not only my secretary. She is going to be my wife and your future sister-in-law, so practice respecting her.” Ms. Gwen only rolled her eyes, irritated by what Mr. Darwin said to her. From what I know, she is a famous model at an entertainment agency. Showbiz is her industry and she is the one who followed their mother’s footsteps. The other men in the family were in the business field. “Whatever,” Miss Gwen commented. After I placed the shrimp dish and five spoons of rice on my empty plate, I decided to answer Miss Gwen’s question as if I am not even fazed by her.

"Yes, Ms. Glen. Not only do I know him, but you know him too. In fact, you know him very well." "You stinky kid. Keep talking in circles, and your monthly bonus will go down the drain," Gwyneth teased. Those words had an effect on Wanda. She put on a flattering smile and almost held onto Gwyneth's legs as she hastily said, "Ms. Glen, that mysterious person is none other than Mr. Hayden Hut." Gwyneth was stunned when she heard Hayden's name and a handsome face appeared in her mind.

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con

I should distance myself for the time being,’ Gwen thought to herself. As soon as she made sure everything was in the right place, she left the house and drove off to work. She stopped over at a boutique before going to her office. She might have been fooling around these past few days, but she does have a lot of work piled up in her office too. Gwendolyn Zosia Lopez, the daughter of Gregorio Lopez, one of the best known business magnates, manages one of their companies in this wilderness. Greeting from every employee to the other was the first thing that welcomed her on her return. Her secretary, Lilly, arrived beside her as soon as she saw her. “Tell me my schedules later, for now I would

she whispered. I did not make a movement immediately. Then after a few seconds had passed, I peered my one eye open and checked if the coast was really clear. There was nothing like being extra safe. When I was satisfied with what I saw, it being only Tania, I sat up and released a heavy breath. "That was close," I whispered. "You're one mad actor," Tania replied. "I thought Gwen could see through us," she whispered. "You see, Gwen just naturally trusts no one. So she would oppose whatever you say. Be it right or wrong, truth or false. The only person she hardly opposes is Circe. So I knew that all I had to do was stand my ground," I explained.

"I can't wait to see what Trent thinks of what I'm going to do." Gwen's lips curved into an even wider smile as she watched Jonah go to his drawing materials. She was just as thrilled as he was with the current results of Trent's fundraising campaign. This was already getting huge coverage on some of the major news sites and news outlets. Gwen had done research online to see what a good image Trent had gotten thanks to her efforts. She had never allowed herself the pain of researching Trent in the past, but now it seemed like she couldn't see enough of his pictures, as well as his profile in magazines or TV reports, when she caught sight of him giving an interview or making a comment in an i

Gwen brought out her phone immediately and dialed a number. Kathryn's line isn't going through. She tried more and more but it wasn't reachable. Gwenevere became tense. Has her actions killed Kathryn? Gwen's mind went blank. She became sober. She sat on the floor and cried out her eyes. She kept on crying and trying Kathryn's number. Gwen sat in there and cried for what seemed like a decade. After a while she decided to wash up and go home, she went to the studio and changed to her normal outfit.