Gwen Tennyson Novels & Stories

As soon as Gwen crossed the threshold into the room, her steps slowed down when she caught sight of who was already seated at the breakfast table. Lady Jane Farrington, a woman of noble lineage and considerable influence. As the daughter of a marquess and the niece of Alexander's uncle, she was fitting as the candidate for the king's lady in waiting. Against herself, Gwen was uneasy at the simple presence. It shouldn't threaten her, but it did, and the air in the room grew heavier, tension weighing on it.

“I'll donate my blood right now.” Ruth nodded. “Doctor Louise has already—” At that moment, Gwyneth gently took Eirene’s hand, cutting Ruth off mid-sentence. Eirene jumped and turned her head. Gwyneth looked at her with a deep, almost piercing gaze. Her touch was not arrogant, yet it froze Eirene in place. “Eirene.” Eirene swallowed. “Who are you?” “I am Gwyneth Vanderbilt,” Gwyneth replied, introducing herself. “The Sacred Elder of the Velmora Pack.”

She drifted to Lucille's side and nudged her, silently mouthing, 'Is that him? Lucille nodded. "Otto, let me introduce you. This is Gwen, my best friend. She's an interior designer." Otto smiled and extended his hand. "Otto Westbrook. Nice to meet you." Gwen stared at his hand for several long seconds before finally grabbing it. "Hi! I'm Gwen Taylor. I've heard about you forever. You were three years ahead of us, and by the time we got to school, you'd already graduated early, but your name was everywhere. The awards wall, the alumni board... you were basically a legend. You're so cool."

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.

Caroline hugged Gwen. "I really don't want to see you go, Gwen." "Idiot." While they were talking, Gwen's phone rang. She picked it up and took a look. "Is it work?" Caroline asked curiously. "I don't know. It's an unknown number. I'll answer the phone. You should submit your manuscript." "All right." Caroline watched Gwen walk to the balcony and then turned around and sent the manuscript through email. Although everyone said she could win an award for her work, she still wasn't hopeful. Since it was her first time writing, it would be unrealistic to win an award.

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.

And the confusion of why he looked so fearful by the mere mention of my name. As we neared Briarwood, I could hear my sisters voice as she came darting through the crowd of villagers eager to see my safe return. Gwendolyn Keneally was 17 years old, Thin and waif-like with long golden curls and almond sapphire eyes. Happy and joyous, everyone in the village adored and spoiled her. “Father, did you find Dessa?”Is she okay?”Where was she?”’Gwen gushed as she made her way in front of our father.

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.”

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 was still able to use her right hand to write and that was the hand that pulled the trigger on a gun, but she was still worried. Now that people had cleared out, it became evident that Gwen was probably the only one left behind because she was not from Estril. She sat by herself in the pavilion watching the breeze blow the dust on the ground. But the longer she sat there, the more she realized that she looked like some kind of loner, and so Gwen got up and began to walk around. Eventually, she found herself in the library with more material to write another letter.