Gwen Tennyson Novels & Stories

he whispered slowly and quietly, ensuring Gwen wouldn't overhear. "We're going to the home of a prominent man, Mr. Adrian. I can't take any chances. I need to dress elegantly. There will certainly be photos taken there. Dave doesn't know that all the pictures I take will be uploaded online," she thought. She was almost dressed, giving her face a final touch with a brush. Standing in front of the mirror, she smiled. The gown she wore reviewed her cleavage, and she moved her body to ensure her breasts shook and seduced.

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.”

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

She hoped that the promised child would die immediately when she was born, and not to be kept alive for no reason. Gwen always passes through the woods each time she comes to spy on the Northern kingdom, knowing that no one would dare come to the woods at night. But seeing smokes in the other side of the woods got her surprised and she wondered who would be that brave enough to visit the woods at night.

“Lawn’s done. If you need anything else later, just call.” Gwen didn’t move from the back door. She leaned against the frame, arms still crossed under her heavy tits, pushing them up so her cleavage looked even deeper in that tight white tank top. Her eyes were locked directly on my crotch, she wasn’t even pretending to look at my face anymore. She stared openly at my throbbing erection, biting her lower lip again.

When I'd touched myself while thinking about him. I was supposed to be better than this. "Athena?" I turned to find Gwen standing in the doorway to my chambers, her face tight with barely controlled emotion. Sarah's daughter looked like she hadn't slept, her eyes red-rimmed and her posture stiff with the kind of wounded pride that made people dangerous. "Gwen," I greeted carefully. "Isn't it too early to be carrying a gloomy face?” "Who the hell is she? She's taking his attention!" Gwen said without preamble.

People began murmuring, their whispers threading through the air like invisible tendrils. "Is that Gwen Summerbell?" "She looks even more stunning than before." "Didn't she disappear after her father took her to London?" I ignored them, keeping my head high. Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, a familiar one emerged. "Gwen!" Jersey, the birthday girl herself, rushed toward me, her arms outstretched. She was as radiant as ever in a stunning deep-red gown, her dark curls styled to perfection. I smiled as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

God had carefully picked this lady to be her friend and she was grateful to life for having her. Gwen considered her sincerity to be amazing and awarded her the sincerest and most supportive girl she had ever known. She was a woman filled with so much virtue that Gwen always reminded herself that she had a lot to learn from her, especially her ability to tolerate annoying people who's primary goal is to frustrate life out of others. Oh, Gwenevere was always ready to eat them raw.