Gwen Tdi Novels & Stories

he asks. A lanky, dirty brown-haired man who looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, wearing round glasses and a checkered brown and black shirt that must have reigned in the fashion world some five years ago walked out of the crowd towards him. “Name’s Gary Ward,” he says, offering Quinn a handshake which he refuses. “I’m standing in for Mr. Trent who’s on a sick leave.” Of course, Quinn thinks, there’s no way in hell the boss would have left someone like Gary Ward in charge.

Gwen was soon walking into their dorm room. As she entered, she dropped her mission pack by her desk and scanned the room. Noticing that Isadora’s duffel was missing, she just assumed that she had headed to her pack as planned the day before. Grabbing her toiletries out of her pack, she walked into the bathroom and set the shower water to hot, letting the room fill with steam before stepping under the spray. After cleaning herself and allowing the hot water to seep into her bones, she turned off the water, dried off, and then headed back into the room.

Troy held the door open for them when they arrived and the staff who had placed bets on Troy blowing the relationship looked on with disappointment. Ben sat down across from Gwen at her desk. She was trying to get her equilibrium back. "So, what do you think of the van?" she finally managed to say. "It's really nice. Does it come in red?" he asked and her eyes twinkled as she realized she had a sale. "Yes, yes it does. Which features are you interested in?" Ben and Gwen spent the next thirty minutes tweaking the options until they had met all of Ben's requirements. "Do you have a trade-in?" she asked.

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”

“Gwen can help.” Adrian looked at her thoughtfully. “She found him once,” Leila urged. “She can do it once more.” Connor nodded. “Let her dig.” A lethal smirk appeared on Adrian’s face. “She already has a head start.” --- A Message from the Past Gwen Martinez hadn’t slept for days. In the dim glow of her apartment, her fingers raced across the keyboard, hacking through encrypted firewalls and offshore records as if they were nothing. She had been tracking Ethan Graves for days, but now that she knew his true identity—Matteo Ricci—her obsession with tracking him down intensified than ever

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.

The housemaids greeted her as she passed by: “Ms. Gwen. What time will Mr. Zion be home?” Gwen thought for a moment and said, “He said he’ll be back by seven. Such a busy person.” The maids, who liked her very much, gave her a plate of fruit as a snack. Gwen took it upstairs and planned to search through Zion's laptop for a movie to watch while waiting for him. The study was simple but elegant, with high-quality wooden furniture, polished and gleaming. Gwen took off her coat and comfortably sank into his leather chair. She opened the drawer to find the file, and after searching, she took a photo of it with her phone and sent it to him. Zion, who was busy, only responded with an emoji.

Gwen questioned. "I still love you, Sienna! To this very moment, I’m still hoping you'll return to my arms!" Damian confessed. Gwen smiled slyly. "What kind of business do you run now?" Gwen probed. "I own a large-scale cattle and sheep station, several major auto repair garages, and restaurants spread across multiple cities." "Wow!" Gwen’s eyes widened. 'Hm, not bad! I could definitely use this man to my advantage!' she thought happily.

The voice thundered again. Gwen trembled.

Gwen said when she entered the car. "Nah, but I think you should calm down on the teasing." I laughed while putting on the seat belt. Gwen turns to me with her mouth agape in shock. "No never! That would be unacceptable! " I rolled my eyes at her for being dramatic. Just then we heard the sound of tin cans knocking against aluminum. Both Gwen and I turn simultaneously to the sound. Gwen’s face turned sour as we spotted Haiden putting a bag of trash inside the bin beside the road. He wore a fitted black shirt that hugged his muscular form. And those dark jeans hugged his mouth-watering ass perfectly.