Gwen X Duncan Novels & Stories

As she stretches her hands to the punching bag, you can see her blood vessels showing. Impressive strength, impressive muscles. “Twi? Is there anything?” The woman asked, not even sparring Farrah a glance. Twilight pointed Farrah with her thumb finger, “New temporary member. She’s a doctor with healing ability. Dr. Lee, this is Gracea, Deputy Captain of the team.” When the woman named Gracea heard the word healer, she finally acknowledged Farrah’s existence. Looking at her up and down, she nodded, as if satisfied. “Better be ready, you can’t die first.” It was the only thing she said before focusing back on the pitiful punching bag. She no longer looked at them, openly telling them to roll.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

There was a glint of evil in Gwen's eyes as she circled her desk and jumped onto the surface to sit on it, elegantly crossing her legs. "What we need is to find his Achilles heel." "Achilles Heel." She nodded. "His weakness, Dad. And luckily, I think I've found it." Mr. Aiden rotated his chair to get a better look at his daughter as he watched her curiously. "Say it, honey." Gwen smirked. "Remember the nurse we hired? Fanny? Michel seems to have developed feelings for her." Leader Davies slowly sat up in his chair and immediately put his cigar in the ashtray.

"Yes?" "My King," the voice on the other end said with urgency. "We tracked your mate, Gwen. She's in trouble." My heart clenched, wolf instincts on high alert. "What's happening?" “A lady, Nicole or so, has taken her. We're not sure why, but our sources indicate she's being held captive." "Location?" "An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the pack. Be cautious, My King. We've detected many guards." "I'm on my way." I ended the call, already moving as I tapped on my phone, calling my guardian, Jeff.

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

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.

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.

She was supposed to be a good girl and follow the rules. Gwen Drysdale had become a celebrity or a superstar; she was engaged to Nolan Sheppard, who came from a prominent Clegend family. Despite the fact that he was not from the main branch, he was far superior to other families. She was completely satisfied with this individual. This was the only good the clone could do for her. Gwen stopped interacting with her friends because the characters clashed and she didn't want to be found out. She isolated herself from her friends in order to keep this huge secret hidden, despite reading the clone's daily diaries for year.

"Yes, Ms. Glen. Not only do I know him, but you know him too. In fact, you know him very well." "You stinky kid. Keep talking in circles, and your monthly bonus will go down the drain," Gwyneth teased. Those words had an effect on Wanda. She put on a flattering smile and almost held onto Gwyneth's legs as she hastily said, "Ms. Glen, that mysterious person is none other than Mr. Hayden Hut." Gwyneth was stunned when she heard Hayden's name and a handsome face appeared in her mind.

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an