Romans & histoires Gwen Tennyson

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.

Gwen brought out her phone immediately and dialed a number. Kathryn's line isn't going through. She tried more and more but it wasn't reachable. Gwenevere became tense. Has her actions killed Kathryn? Gwen's mind went blank. She became sober. She sat on the floor and cried out her eyes. She kept on crying and trying Kathryn's number. Gwen sat in there and cried for what seemed like a decade. After a while she decided to wash up and go home, she went to the studio and changed to her normal outfit.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

GWEN The first thing I noticed was the heaviness in my chest, a familiar weight that wasn’t entirely mine. I was back in control of my body, but I wasn’t alone. Arlene’s presence lingered like a shadow, her energy intertwined with mine, both comforting and overwhelming. “Breathe, Gwen,” Arlene’s voice echoed in my mind, steady and calm. “You’re fighting too hard. You need to let go.”

Gwen began, looking lost as she fought with her mind to come up with her next words. Her ocean colored eyes snap down to me. "I mean it is considered poetry right?" Laughter bubbled in my throat. I shook my head. "That's definitely not poetry but two lines from two different books. Have you been reading children's storybooks lately?" She sends me a sheepish smile. "I babysat Sam two days ago." Sam was Gwen's two year old cousin. "Uh." I grunt when a hard masculine body pushes between Gwen and I. I stiffen when the smell of cigarettes and mint lingered behind him. Haiden turns around and gives me a crooked grin.

Somewhere not far behind Gwen, a man wearing black attire stood there looking at Gwen with a shocking look, "Gwen, is that you? Do you still remember me? I'm Winson Tinker!" Gwen frowned while she tried to search in her memory and a smile slowly appeared on her face. "Winson Tinker? Yes, I remember you!"

he replied and turned to leave the pack house to call Jayden. "Grey, Gwen remembers her past life. She knows she's Ariella, the goddess of children," Maya dropped in an excited whisper. Grey's eyes dilated in surprise. "Really?" He asked. Gwen nodded with a smile. "I remember you a lot, Lord Verne, after all, there was not a day Alyssa did not talk about you," she replied.

"But we still can't erase that fact. You have to get ready. It just might be closer than you think." Gwen remained silent, nodding once. The air was gloomy and all was quiet. The D-Day was closer than she thought. Who would have known that she would one day go from being a simple songwriter to being the one prophesied to bring down the most powerful being across the realms? To say she wasn't afraid was an understatement. She was more than afraid. She was terrified. And rk make matters worse, she was the obsession of this Supreme Lord, for two lifetimes. What exactly would he do to her once he sees her?

"Excuse me while I go be a decent human being and say hello." He walked off. Fanny watched him go. "He's such an idiot." "Yeah," I muttered. But my eyes had already drifted back across the clearing without my permission. Gwen was standing near the edge of the firelight, holding a cup she had presumably found somewhere, talking to Elodie with her back half-turned toward us. The fire caught the side of her face, and she was laughing at something Elodie said, completely unaware that anyone was watching her. Mate, Jack said quietly.

"Auntie, I'm Gwen Grayson. A friend of Tim's." Gwen pointed at the car parked outside. "Tim's drunk. Could you have someone help him inside to rest?" "The young lord?" The old servant hurried out worriedly, then turned back to Gwen with a troubled look. "Miss Gwen, it's just me, an old woman, here. You see..." Gwen sighed. "...It's fine. I've got strength. I'll do it." By the time she'd helped Tim back to his room, Gwen was completely out of breath. And the drunk Tim was utterly insufferable—he'd draped his arms and legs right over her.