Gwen Tennyson Novels & Stories

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.

But it took Tina these many years to realize that. "Don't you dare to call me by that name again" Tina thundered angrily. David jumped a little with fright. "What?" he whispered with surprise. "You heard me. It's Lady Tina for you" she said in a cold voice, which is enough to freeze him on the spot. "I, Tina Wimbledon, the current lady of the Magic Plane, punish David Brooks for the charges of kidnapping, assault, and treachery against the earth beings," Tina said loud and clear for everyone around them to hear.

Finally, Mrs Wordsworth stands up and stops him. “ I am quite amazed by your boldness. But I wish you were the real one. The problem is that - we need evidence that you are the real. Show us the evidence first. Then we will talk about the situation that will concern you or us!” Gwen snorts as she glances at her with a pitiful look. “ You never changed. Even your words are same. Lady Nirvana!” Mrs Wordsworth’s eyes shake as they meet Gwen's. Even Rowan and her brothers look shocked when she mentioned the name.

She isn’t really good with words as she rarely have a conversation with people but she prayed the Lyra wouldn’t let those negative criticisms affects her. The ballet dancers were shocked when the music played it came from the famous ballet piece “Swan Lake” the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Catherine’s eyes widened upon seeing Lyra’s performance up close. She felt that as if she’s already seeing a real performance. She already seen a dozen performance of Swan Lake because it was one of her favorite and Lyra was just as good as those who had performed the Sugar Plum Fairy. Lyra’s performance was perfection itself and even Anita knew that Lyra was the one they were

Gwen doesn’t acknowledge him or his glare, all she can stare at is me. I don’t know why though. “Shut up!” Okay? “Don’t tell me you are a fan of Angel Writes too!” “What?” She frowns at me, “Angel Writes, the human writer!” What… Wait. “Oh.” “Yeah, so you do know her.” I nod vigorously, “Who wouldn’t. I absolutely love her books, but it’s somewhat a bummer that she isn’t famous in the human world, that is where she lives, right?”

I’m holding my side as I walk into the packhouse. “You incompetent bitch.” Slap. I race into the kitchen and see Gwen standing over a shivering Tansy who has her hand to her face and tears in her eyes. “What the fuck are you doing?” I say to her. “Oh, Guardian Emlyn, I didn’t see you there. This sprite,” she curls her lip at Tansy, “disobeyed me.” “I would never, Lady Luna Emlyn.” Tansy says to me. I step into the kitchen, putting myself between Gwen and Tansy.

No. This is all going wrong. I'm fucking it up. Typical. Let's try a different tack. My name is Gwenhwyfar Carew - that's more-or-less Jennifer to those of you not blessed enough to be a countrywoman of mine. I was born in the hamlet of Kilryden in the year of your Lord 1793. I was eighteen when it was my time to go - stabbed twice (among other, less pleasant things) and buried alive (briefly) in a shallow woodland grave. The only flowers that ever grew for me were Celandine. No stone ever marked me, no parents got to cry over my shrouded and shriven corpse - I was a foundling girl, a ward of the Methodist Church, missed maybe only by the local priest who had loved me and raised me as best h

Gwen hissed, trying to free herself. I smiled and tightened my grip on her fake dainty throat, “It was a nice story, I must give you that but you missed one think dear Gwen or whatever your real name is. you missed to cloak the hollowness of your voice. I know you are not even a woman. So do the honours and come and fight me in your real, you fucking imposter.” Gwen again tried to fool me, her eyes went darker and she looked eerily at me and again in her sweet voice pleaded to me, “Im- Imposter? I am Gwen, Gwen Cynthia, Thia.”

CHAPTER 449 “Congratulations! You’re now a head of the Donquite family, I’m pretty sure that you’ll have my opponent to be matched for me!” Said Gwen Tennyson to Locsin through phone call. Meanwhile, in the Tennyson family... “Miss, Gwen, I’m here already. Please tell me what do you want me to do now?” said the woman to her who has the most domineering aura. She was the number one strongest fighter in the Tennyson family ever since. She was in her forties but her figured well-maintained.

She returned to us shortly and said, “Okay, we can go now.” “Not yet,” I said with a shake of my head, and I saw curiosity spark within Rosaline’s tired eyes. “Damien?” She called out as I headed up to Gwen’s gravestone, but I waved a hand at her to show her that everything was fine. I kneeled before the gravestone and read the writings on it. Gwendolyn Beckett, 1998–2023. A soul is engraved in our hearts.