Novel & Cerita Gwen X Courtney

Gwen arranged for a private meeting with the young woman under the guise of mentorship. “My dear,” Gwen said with a warm smile, “I couldn’t help but notice you during today’s event. Your beauty and charm are extraordinary. Have you ever considered working with the royal family?” Garcia, flattered and eager for new opportunities, agreed without hesitation. Gwen’s plan was already in motion. The next day, Gwen orchestrated a casual meeting between Hesperus and Garcia. The King, known for his frivolous nature, was immediately captivated by the young woman. Her fiery spirit and exotic beauty drew him in, just as Gwen had hoped.

“Glad you like them, Gwen. Really. Uh… where’s Selene? I thought she’d be home by now.” Gwen shrugs dismissively, already turning toward the dresser to rummage through the clutter for a glass vase. “She said she was going out tonight. She didn't say where, but she was all dressed up—you know, the 'nice' jeans and the black boots. Probably with that mystery guy she’s been seeing lately. Honestly, CK, she’s been so weird—super quiet, always hovering over her phone like it’s a bomb, disappearing for hours at a time. I asked her point-blank if she was okay before she left, and she just gave me that one-word ‘fine’ and walked out.”

A bitter chuckle escapes her mouth. "Your right Zach.... and I think I know what to do... I'd start by severing whatever thing is going on between them" She fold her arms and chuckled softly. Gwen watched Selene as she touched up her makeup. It was evening already and it looked like she was going on a date. She looked really sexy, in the black dress she wore. She smirked, without anyone telling her she new who she was going out with. "Let me help you brush down your curls" Gwen tells her and takes the brush from her.

The moment hung heavy with what she’d do next. A while back, well ahead of the last showdowns, I told my lawyer to set up urgent court barriers and lock down assets just in case. Those papers sat filed and hidden, waiting to snap into place the second Gwen took action. Hidden deliveries went out too - anonymous bundles packed with facts, sent to global police and air safety offices. They showed her ties to a killing probe, money tricks she used, patterns of control, everything proving she might vanish without warning. Gwen felt trapped. When trapped, creatures bolt.

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

Zaina said and bid goodbye to her friends before leaving. * * * A few hours later, the winner was announced and the next task will about to start any minute, but Gwyneth has not yet returned. Her companion was getting anxious and couldn't help with ridiculous possibilities that might be happening to her. "What took her so long to come back? I thought she was trailing behind Kalex? Why she still hasn't around? Could something bad happened to her?" Zaina starting to have a panic attack while pacing back and forth. "Maybe she went somewhere? But where would she go? Aside from strolling around the woods?" Maureen commented.

“And you have done so well, so well, that nobody can ever question your dedication and your right to be the Alpha Naturale of Crescent Moon Pack. Our only apprehension is for your safety. And your happiness. Both of which seem to be jeopardized because of your position.” Gwen opened her mouth to argue but Caddie shushed her. “No arguments, Gwenny. We must go.” She turned to Greg, “And you pup, leave your phone here.” “What? Why?” “Do as you are told, Gregory.” . . . “I reject you because you are not even worth the dirt on the bottom of my shoe, Alpha Gwendolyn Radcliffe.” Gwen gasped as she started awake from a restless doze on her work desk.