Gwen X David Novels & Stories

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol

People began murmuring, their whispers threading through the air like invisible tendrils. "Is that Gwen Summerbell?" "She looks even more stunning than before." "Didn't she disappear after her father took her to London?" I ignored them, keeping my head high. Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, a familiar one emerged. "Gwen!" Jersey, the birthday girl herself, rushed toward me, her arms outstretched. She was as radiant as ever in a stunning deep-red gown, her dark curls styled to perfection. I smiled as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

“Thank you, Gwen, for the concern, but I assure you it’s ok; please send him in, ok? She gives me a long look. I could see she still didn’t trust what I have just said, but at this point, I don’t have it in me to keep reassuring her. She closes the door after her, and a few minutes later, there is a knock, and then David is in the room with a big smirk on his face. “Hi, I was not sure you will want to see me, but I am glad you have put the past behind us. Its what I really want for us.” He says, beaming at me like he had just spewed Solomonic wisdom.

This would be an opportunity for me to win them back, but I can’t let her see what happened that night. She pushes me away when I block her. She must be imagining the worst. So much for making it up to her. An hour later, we have come out of the water and basking on the sun when Fiona and Gwen show up. What the heck are they doing here? “Hello. Aren’t you just the cutest!” Gwen greets Xaden and crouches down next to him. I am on high alert when Xena’s jaw clench. Gwen has no idea how impulsive Diana can be. Xena gets up, pulls Xaden on his feet and walks away from us.

Like Theo, I've also known Gwen since childhood. Her mother is 'the' Allesandra Evellon, a world renowned Fashion Designer and my mother is one of her clients and biggest fans. We were in the same daycare, and for a while our family thought about merging our clans. That fizzled out around the time we got to grade school and she's now engaged, though not formally announced yet, with the heir of SLSF Insurance Company Inc. We didn't like each other very much back then so I didn't really care. And she was perfectly happy that it didn't work out for us because she's already completely smitten with Royce. We never exchanged much words apart from polite greetings and nods on family and company eve

Gwen was looking forward to having a hot shower and then heading to her pack to meet up with Isadora. Gwen had missed her and had hoped that while she was away she hadn’t done something stupid like the night she went to find Dean Alpha Blackmoor.

A few seconds later, someone entered the bus, someone, he didn't expect to be here. She's wearing a green sweater paired with her black leggings and sneakers that perfectly fits with her baseball cap with the same color as her sneakers. "Are you sure it would be okay if I join you here?" Gwyn asked, walking towards their seat and smiling when she sits between them. Kalex couldn't utter a word and all he did was just staring at Gwyn. "Of course, yes! Our seat can accommodate four-person and this is too wide only for me and Kalex," Zaina mumbled, making Kalex hissed of a sudden.

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.”

The door opens two minutes later and Gwen walks in with a bag over her shoulder and her coat still on and she looks at me and then she looks at Damien and then she looks at me again. “Are you okay,” she says. “I’m fine,” I say. She looks at Damien. He looks back at her, steady and patient, and doesn’t say anything, which is the right thing to do with Gwen because Gwen makes up her mind about people in the first thirty seconds and anything you say in that window either helps or hurts. Gwen looks at him for a long moment. Then she looks at me. “He’s not what I expected,” she says, like he is not standing right there.

______________ . . . Gwen smiled as she stared at the photo of her standing next to a wolf Greg on the day of his first shift. He was twelve then. And what a magnificent wolf he was. White fur with specks of grey here and there. Amber eyes that reflected so much kindness. So much like their father. “You promise you are not going to die?” Gwen looked up from her phone and sat back in her chair. “You scared I might?” Greg sighed as he walked in, placing his favorite gadget on the couch across the room before walking over to her desk and sitting opposite her.