Gwen Tennyson Novels & Stories

At the Harson's; They got back home a few minutes later. Gwen was really excited. She couldn't believe that she actually saw the King. He was so handsome! For some reason she felt giddy inside. She immediately scolded herself. She couldn't be a acting like other girls in the village. "How was it?" Mrs Harson asked. "It was very interesting." Gwen replied happily. "Didn't you like it Aurora?" Mrs Harson asked her youngest daughter.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

But it was still not a good thing if Ace read it, and she was not sure why she was just standing to the side and letting him do it. Gwen put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him back. “Ace, please, don’t read it. Just don’t.” He gave her and look and pulled his shoulder away. “Why? It’s none of your business. Elizabeth Aelisia… that name sounds familiar and seeing how the Govorner had relations is writing about her it seems like my thoughts are right. She is the princess that died all those years ago. The sister of the Queen right?” Gwen sighed.

"And I can't blame her. Look at them. I've never seen a better looking couple, not even in the movies. Gwen always raves about my looks, but she's drop dead gorgeous and doesn't even realize it, but Steve does. He knew it even when she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans at the mall. He saw it before we did. This is going to be a romance for the ages!" Gwen had never been so nervous about the first day of school. She took a seat next to Charlotte and waited for attendance to be taken. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Angela Walker, looked over the room as she waited for quiet, and then she began. "Thomas Acker?" was the first name on her list. She glanced at him when he signaled that he was pr

"Gwen?" "My Lady." Gwen said as she tried to searched the wardrobe for the gown that was suitable for tonight ceremony on her Lady. Her Lady had seemed too occupied these days that she had not even made any preparations towards the ceremony at all, but lucky for her, she had a maid like Gwen, and a person with Gwen was a person with no problems, because she would take care of everything. With her right measurements, Gwen had gone to see the Royal Seamstress and stocked her Mistress's wardrobe with different dresses made in varieties of colors, except white.

Gavin started, and Gwen's eyes widened. "Oh, my poor child. You've been through so much. Well, not any longer. You're under my protection now," she declared. "Um. Who are you, exactly?" Elara asked. I bit back a laugh. Gavin, however, did not. Elara just shot him a look while Gwen smiled widely. "I'm glad to see they didn't break you, dear. I'm the former Luna Queen, Gwendolyn Ashbourne. And this reprobate's grandmother." She raised an eyebrow at Gavin. "I swear, he has better manners."

The Snow Moon Pack had a tradition. On each daughter's birthday, her parents added one snowflake-shaped gem to her ceremonial gown. They continued until the day of her bonding ceremony. Each gem represented one year of her life. It reflected her standing in the pack and carried everyone's hopes for her future. My father was the pack's Alpha, and every year he set the gems himself. Yet every year, after my father finished adding gems to the gowns of my two older sisters, Vivian and Bella, he forgot about mine. Whenever I asked him to add a gem to my gown, he always gave me the same answer. "We haven't mined many snowflake gems these past few years. Your sisters come first. I'll make it up to

Romantic! I admired them before reading the little white card that was tucked between two roses."For my Maid of Honour."I smiled, but that quickly turned to a sigh. At least I can always rely on Carmen to get me flowers. It's sweet of her. Mason walked out of the master suite holding Penelope."Who are they from?" "From a secret admirer. Are you jealous?"I joked. "No, I'm not jealous. I've no reason to be."He put Penelope down and picked up a suitcase. "Whoever they're from they clearly don't know you."

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an