Gwen Tennyson Fanart Novels & Stories

She had to respect his wishes, especially when he had kept her safe for so long. She sighed and went back to bed, finally dozing off after chatting with Luna and Bonnie for a bit. The next morning, she received a call from Winson when she woke up. He sounded rather excited on the phone as he said, "Gwen, I'm at an art exhibition. Do you want to come? I saw a painting drawn by Mister Theo Allen here, and I think you're in his painting!" Gwen frowned. "Which art exhibition?" She was aware Theo had drawn a painting of Luna when Luna was studying in high school, but when did Theo paint her?

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

Pausing for a moment as if sensing her displeasure, Helen shrugged innocently, "Don't worry, though—I'm your loyal fan, and I mean no harm. All I feel toward you is admiration." "And yet, your behavior has severely affected my life." Gwyneth appeared unmoved, her fingers tapping on the table even as an idea occurred to her. "And did you think you're Niki's only fan? I don't mind telling you that my art resembles hers because I often emulate her work." The sudden bombshell left Helen appearing bewildered for once. "You mean you're her fan too?"

“He was quite the artist. Or should I say is. He still paints when he has time but considering that he’s an adult now with adult responsibilities, I don’t suspect that he has as much time for that.” I stared at the painting again. It didn’t look like the image he projected for the world to see. This was raw and emotional. Next to the painting was a framed photo. It was a photo of high school Brayden at his prom. He looked young and less polished. He was wearing a dark tux, with his hair just slightly longer than it was now. But it wasn’t entirely Brayden that caught my eye. Because standing right next to him, a cheesy smile on her face… was Gwen. She wore a pale lavender tulle dress, a corsa

Gwen had the materials and so there was no point in carrying them around for any longer than she needed to. During the day, she went back into the forest and found some rocks and ground up the petals as fine as she could get them. It took way too long and Gwen jumped at any sound but she was able to get the fine powder into a little sack she had and made sure to thoroughly clean both rocks before she headed back to the castle. And that evening, she made her move.

Gwen hadn't set foot inside her mother's bedroom in what felt like an eternity. She inhaled deeply, then let the air out with a drawn-out trembling sigh before opening the door. The air was thick with the lingering aroma of her mother's go-to cologne or perfume. Gwen scanned the area while she stood in the doorway and looked out into the room. In front of the window that looked out onto the backyard was a beautiful Queen Anne desk and chair fashioned out of sparkling cherrywood. Both pieces matched each other. Her mother's favorite books were displayed in a small bookcase, and her mother's collection of Royal Doulton figurines were displayed in a curio cabinet. A modern-day iPod and an antiq

"Aether Entertainment is not complete without Miss Gwen–the one that served to be our mother. She honed our skills to make us shine and be talented, just by how you see us now. So, even just by the project we did for her we can show that with the things she is facing now, we wanted to show her she's not alone." That's a very sweet message I heard from Tanya. "And as we represent the other artists that's part of this project, we may show you the art of love."

Gwen wagged a finger at Anne and remarked “Anne Luckser Vanlimz, it seems that you still don’t know the Tennyson family very well.” “You don't know me very well, either.” Anne shot back, her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Really? as long as I’m interested, nobody can hide anything from me.” Gwen smiled. Anne looked at sharp sharply. Gwen raised her hands as she gazed at Anne. She suddenly smiled and said “If you don’t believe me, I will prove it to you. You have taken good care of yourself and your facial features aren’t shabby. There must be a lot of men who are interested in you. It must be hard to control yourself with that many temptations. Jordan, find out how many times she had cheated .

"I'll get it for you. Are you perhaps a writer or an artist?" "Both, if stick figures are considered exquisite art and if short bedtime stories are considered powerful books." "Oh you are so funny, my Lady," Gwen chuckled uncontrollably. "I'll tell my kids and husband about this. They sure would love it." "They sure would." "Anything else?" "No, that will be all." Gwen gave her another bright smile before wheeling the empty trolley out and closing the door. Immediately, Zezi saw the door closed, she sucked in a deep breath. She didn't even know that she was holding her breath all that while.

The air around her seemed to vibrate with power, and it was clear that Gwen was now a force to be reckoned with. “I think this should be enough,” Taylor snickered as a devilish grin spread across her face. “There’s no way anyone could recognize us.”