Gwen The Ex Files Novels & Stories

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

But James didn't have feelings for Gwen. Seeing the fury in Beverly's face, he said softly, "Dr. Parker is just a friend. Give her some time, and I'm sure she'll come around." As Gwen disappeared down the hallway and into the stairwell, she took her phone and called her lab in Everport. "Scan Medical Case No. 1 and email it to me." "Dr. Parker, isn't that the most confidential file?" Gwen's assistant, Robin Davison, sounded puzzled. "Chief Bronson explicitly forbade us from keeping electronic copies of that file."

Eva stepped out of Kai’s office and made her way to Gwen’s. The polished corridors of Elite Entertainment seemed quieter than usual, but Eva’s mind was far from the ambiance around her. When she entered Gwen’s office, she found both Gwen and Trix waiting for her. The moment Gwen spotted her, she stood with her arms crossed, her expression simmering with frustration. “This is outrageous,” Gwen started without preamble. “Trix just told me everything. What does Mr. Carl think he’s doing? Pairing you with Christine? Is he out of his mind?”

Gwen has a scheme. She intends to manipulate financial data and make it appear Theodor is responsible. Leveraging all her connections within the company, Gwen begins to rally people to her cause to bring down Theodor and Elden. With all the access she has, Gwen continues to exploit the situation. Gibson is aware of all of Gwen's plans, knowing full well it could lead him into trouble, yet he still chooses to proceed. He is confident that Gwen will achieve her goals.

His secretary answered, “It’s very strange, I couldn’t find them. Any information about her from more than five years ago has been wiped out, and I couldn’t find anyone who had crossed paths with her back then.” Jared sneered. “He’s trying to hide it but it makes things clearer!” If Stella was presentable, why was her information from before five years ago wiped out? Since Gwen had jumped into the sea five years ago, Jared had a reason to suspect Zach of giving Gwen a fake identity to hide her! “Mr. Crawford, what should we do next?” Jared’s secretary asked. Jared squeezed his fingers and wondered, ‘If Gwen didn’t pretend to not know me, she must’ve lost her memory.

The signs lined up without doubt. Footage catches Gwen heading into the east wing - more than once - carrying small parcels labeled “vitamin.” Hidden cams picked up each visit. Moments add up without her knowing. The recordings don’t lie. Each trip happens late, just past midnight. What looks like routine stands out under constant watch. Details stay clear despite dim lighting. Nothing gets missed. Quiet steps mean little when lenses are everywhere. Evidence piles quietly. One frame after another tells the same story.

In the dead of night, Hayden got straight to work hacking into Waldo’s system… but unbeknownst to him, Gwyneth was two steps ahead of him. She had switched the files out as a trap, though she also made sure to get Waldo to create a backup plan… and with that in mind, Waldo was immediately alerted when Hayden initiated his ploy!

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”

A demonstration of her reach. Just then, a sleek silver sedan pulled up, and a woman in a trench coat, trailed by a cameraman, jumped out. Caleb Thorne. His eyes found me immediately, sharp and calculating. He didn’t even bother with a greeting. “Gwen. A terrible tragedy. Any comment on the rumors?” I stared at him, numb. “What rumors?”

But the moment we locked eyes in the exam room, my heart sank. Neat and unassuming, Patrick wore a white coat that made patients trust him instantly. He was the head of OB-GYN at one of the city's top hospitals. So, who else could he be but my ex? "Valerie Carter, right? What seems to be the problem?" he asked in a businesslike tone, his slender fingers curling around a pen. Perfect. We had been broken up for barely two months, and he could already act like he didn't know me. He was truly ruthless.