Gwen X Duncan Novels & Stories

Gwen, her husband Jackson who had been a warrior. "She's been asking about you," Sarah said with a gleam in her eye that suggested she was probably seeing me as a potential son-in-law. "Came home for the holidays and was hoping to catch up." Before I could formulate a polite excuse, Gwen materialized at her mother's side looking exactly as I remembered. Tall and graceful with dark hair and contrasting almost-silver eyes. Her body was curvy in the right places, the type of beauty that was flashing and obvious until you came closer and realized there were some things you just didn't need to involve yourself in.

"Gwen must be hiding near Mark. She knows that what she's doing is really dangerous, so she doesn't want to contact you or let you know about it." Yvonne furrowed her brows. She could roughly guess what Gwen was thinking. Gwen was secretly spying on Mark to gather information. She was also biding her time, waiting for an opportunity to exact revenge on him. What she was doing was extremely dangerous. Gwen was all alone. If she were to attack Mark, there was no way she was going to come out of it alive. Yvonne's heart sank thinking about that. "Can your men still find Gwen?" "Gwen's a pro from Emerald Group. I don't think she'll show herself again after meeting my men."

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.”

I didn’t give him time to use it. “I don’t know who Gwen is to you,” I continued, each word deliberate. “But if she left, maybe she had a reason. Maybe she was tired of being watched. Tired of explaining every hour of her day. Tired of shrinking just to keep the peace. And if that’s the case, then hunting her across countries only proves she was right to run.” Silence stretched between us, thick and charged. Somewhere down the corridor a door opened and laughter spilled out, bright and oblivious. The reception was continuing without us.

Why would he do this? "Your husband..." I began, "If you don't want to talk about it then don't worry but, who was he?" "Achilles Drakos," she said, "He was a mercenary working for your mate, finding out the name of some leader. But he made the mistake of messing with him and lost his life for it." Connor's name. I swallowed, "And who are you?" "I am nobody," she replied, "I had no idea werewolves existed or that my husband was anything other than a teacher until a few days ago when Leonardo and his friend, Luciano, abducted me as blackmail against Achilles."

The dungeon was silent, cloaked in a kind of darkness that didn’t just swallow light but seemed to mute sound, time, and emotion itself. Serena sat on the cold stone floor, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. For days, she had tried to resist, to hold on to what was left of her strength, but now it felt like something deep within her had shifted.

Gwen questioned. "I still love you, Sienna! To this very moment, I’m still hoping you'll return to my arms!" Damian confessed. Gwen smiled slyly. "What kind of business do you run now?" Gwen probed. "I own a large-scale cattle and sheep station, several major auto repair garages, and restaurants spread across multiple cities." "Wow!" Gwen’s eyes widened. 'Hm, not bad! I could definitely use this man to my advantage!' she thought happily.

I thought of several excuses to leave her presence but knowing how persistent Gwen was, I gave up with an exasperated sigh, pleased that Dakota wasn't home yet. Gwen aimed to touch my arm. But I sidestepped, avoiding her touch. "Come on, Axton," she pouted, narrowing her eyes in a failed attempt to seduce me. "I missed you." Maintaining a firm expression, I met Gwen's gaze directly. "I didn't. Can I leave now?" "Axton!" She cried, her eyes balls of fire. "Has that murderer cast a spell on you? What does she have that I don't?"

Once Scarlett was gone, Gwen’s expression turned slightly apologetic. “William, I didn’t expect someone to snap photos while I was talking to Miss Xander. If it caused her any trouble, I’ll make sure to apologize in person. “I know who took them. I’ll explain everything to Miss Xander myself,” she added calmly. Gwen had worked in media for years and her eye for details was sharp. The angle of the photos came from behind her, and the shots were steady and clear, meaning the person taking them wasn’t hiding or afraid of being seen. That made it highly likely the photographer was someone familiar.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I really didn't expect …" She glanced at Kirk as she spoke. "Were you … really?" Kirk's face was pale as he smiled fakely. "Good going, Sean." Sean raised his hands. "I mean to. Gwen forced me to say it." With that, the room became more lively. Soon, the food was served too. As she ate, Gwen suddenly thought of the gossip she'd heard today. She asked Caroline, "Carol, I heard Eddy's second uncle married Daphne Dawson. Is that true?"