Novel & Cerita Gwen X Duncan

Queen Normana suddenly spoke up. Gwen immediately straightened once she spoke. Queen Normana was a woman in her late forties. She had curly brown hair and a silver crown sat on top of it. Her dress was blue and it made her pop out in the room. She had a gentle but firm expression as she addressed Gwen. “Act-” “Gwen actually lives in Naudis with her parents.” Ace spoke up, cutting her off.

“Gwen, you can’t be serious. After everything he’s done—” “I am serious,” she said, cutting me off. “Lucian, I know you want to protect me. And I love you for that. But Damien isn’t just our enemy. He’s a key piece of the puzzle.” I stared at her, trying to understand. “What puzzle? What are you talking about?” Gwen exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she gathered her thoughts. “Damien doesn’t know everything about me—about who I truly am. And that’s our advantage. If we play this right, I can use him to get closer to the truth.”

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.

Phedra Elizabeth saw that Duncan Hiddleston was about to succumb to it. Duncan Hiddleston was lying on the ground, his whole body changed color, and his face was also pale, a little white. Very weak breathing. Duncan Hiddleston's mouth remained empty, muttering something. Duncan Hiddleston's hand was scratched by enduring pain for so long, so he clenched his fist to the ground. Phedra Elizabeth stepped forward, carefully, helping Duncan Hiddleston up.

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?"

“I know. But I still don't think that Giovanni has anything to do with it. No matter what, he is not that empty handed to actually be sending a woman for something like this. He would rather come himself. He sent his daughter once, he's not going to send another protégé. Especially not one that he does not even know. “No,” he said, turning back to face me. “I don’t think you do. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be standing there hoping for a moment of peace. Wolves like us, Damon, don’t get peace. We get silence before the next storm.” “I’m not blind,” I said. “But I’m allowed to hold onto this moment. Just this once. I have a mate. A daughter. A Luna.” His expression didn’t soften, but ther

Why the little shits will pay for not informing us before hand of this, and why the fuck was she coming from the dungeons in the first place? We have finally found our mate and she was gorgeous, her head was down and all I could see was her black hair and a figure that would have any man on his knees begging for her attention. I wanted her to look up so I cleared my throat to try and get her attention, but she only looked to her left and not at us. I felt Owen come and stand next to me, "Finally the two of you joined us, was starting to think you enjoyed staying down there" he spoke to our brothers but his eyes was on her the whole time, the stoic expression back in place. Raven chuckled and

Did he think Gwen was our mate after all this? “Xael oh Xael…you and your pack can do anything to me. You will never have Xena again. One by one, this pack will die. I have won. Your parents and this pack thought you won back then. You were wrong. I won!” Gwen brags with an evil grin. I don’t even understand what she is bragging about. I have never done anything to her. “Gwen is Gragoli the witch your parents banished years back.”

Somewhere not far behind Gwen, a man wearing black attire stood there looking at Gwen with a shocking look, "Gwen, is that you? Do you still remember me? I'm Winson Tinker!" Gwen frowned while she tried to search in her memory and a smile slowly appeared on her face. "Winson Tinker? Yes, I remember you!"

She felt Alexander's gaze still upon her. The women sobered immediately. "Forgive my asking." The woman added quickly. She still could not recall her name and thought it rude to ask again. Gwen shook her head softly. "You could not have known." She was not ashamed to speak of Eric. In fact, she was proud of the life her brother had lived, howbeit short. "I have a sister though. She is the Duchess of Carlisle." "How splendid." Lady Ryldon remarked. They looked about the room. "And she is beautiful as well."