Gwen The Ex Files Novels & Stories

This time with logic rather than hatred. “And when this is over, what do we do?” “Oh my darling husband,” she purred. “We disappear wealthy and rich.” I reconnected the flash drive in my hotel room later that evening. Chloe was not lying. Selene had a remarkable project underway. Too ideal. It's way too good It would therefore not withstand even one crack. Just one. I was going to investigate and bring down that stupid ex wife of mine. On my laptop I created a new file and gave it the bolded title:. “Fallen Crown

Fiora said, her voice low. Gwen’s head jerked toward her, eyes wide with panic. “Spill it!” I snapped. “She embezzled money from Dalton Firm… and Terrain Motors.” I stared at her, stunned. “You said Soren deserved karma?” I stepped even closer, watching her retreat. “You sided with Davina. That woman trafficked humans. Killed people. She’s a monster. And Soren—he fought those monsters to protect me. You really think they’re the same?” “I… I’m sorry,” Gwen sobbed. “I was blackmailed. Please… I don’t want to go to jail.”

Her face was partially obscured by a dark scarf, and her gloved hands gripped a small, black bag that jingled faintly with tools — lock picks, chloroform, and zip ties. She crouched behind a trimmed bush near the west gate, her breath steady. A figure appeared — a man dressed like estate security. Her accomplice. “All clear,” he whispered. “Surveillance knocked out for five minutes. You’ll be in and out before anyone knows.” “Good,” she breathed. “The twins… they never should have been born.” She didn’t know he was one of Adrian’s most loyal men, his body cam transmitting everything back to the command room where Adrian, Rita, and the lead detective sat in tense silence.

“But I didn’t request a lease extension.” Silence. Then: “Oh.” I rub my temples. “So let me understand. Because of a clerical mix-up, I’m now without a place to stay?” “Not at all! You’ve been placed in a fully furnished unit—” I glance at the email attachment again. “This ‘unit’ belongs to James Burrows.” Kayla hums like she’s reviewing a file. “Correct.” I take a deep breath. “James Burrows. My ex.” A very, very long pause.

I run down the hill and see a van in very bad shape. The back door was open and there were two people seated in front who were already unconscious, while the back had only one whose eyes were open but it seemed like she couldn't move her legs. Gwen wasn't inside! I sniffed around for Gwen but all that is there is her blood. She is not here! My Thyla could sniff the bad energy around this witch so it pulled the witch by her hair out of the car. I need to question her, she seems like the boss of them all.

Matt questioned, apparently anxious about the possible following words that Kiro would utter. "Gwen is in pain. So much pain. Disappointment and suffering will gonna torture her entire soul. And that's precisely where her weakness lies. The more her emotions had been tortured by those ceaseless circumstances, the more enemy can sense her blood." "And that is exactly many creatures would decide to manipulate her again using those things that Gwen wanted to gain. Gwen wants you all safe, and the foe will intentionally play with her emotions until they promise to help her in anything she desires, but little did she know that's the beginning of another real problem. She may be in good hands now,

I soon heard their car leave, I heaved out a sigh. Did Gwen say anything to them? Or alert anybody or tell her friends, no she wouldn't. I will just wait for her to come back and question her then find a way to contact Tomas, My second hand man. I need to get over this sh*t as soon as possible, The children of ruins are getting comfortable. And I swear, I will make sure to fuck them up once I return. I fisted my hands. † † † I waited patiently for Gwen to come through the door after she closed up the bakery. She had changed her clothes from earlier, “Hey” she said as she entered.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

Placing the note in the front of the journal and keeping hold of it in her hand, she moves over to the small wardrobe they share, crouches down and reaches right in the back to where Isadora’s other journal and the folder they kept all the documentation on Professor Miles were hidden. Gwen grabs the folder and flicks it open just to make sure it is all still there, and is horrified even more when she sees the recently added photos. Not bothering to look at anything more, Gwen closes the folder, grabs the other journal and quickly grabs her lecture bag, slipping them inside. Gwen then quickly makes her way out of the dorm room, down through the dorm building, across the Academy grounds, until

After their last interview, Layla instantly recognized that voice. Her brows knit together ever so slightly. “What’s Gwen doing here?” she wondered. Sure enough, Gwen strolled up beside her, arms folded, eyes glinting with mock curiosity as she gave Felix a slow once-over. “You must be Felix Perry, right? Hi, I’m Gwen Harris. These days, I work as a reporter. “I actually caught wind of something about you recently—a little scandal involving a woman showing up at your family’s estate? Juicy stuff. Care to give me a quote or two? I’d love to share it with my team.”