Gwen X Novels & Stories

Gwen's POV Elena stared at me with a sly smile across her lips. “Oops Gwen, sorry I didn't see you there” She said sarcastically. “Are you blind? You ruined my phone!" I yelled angrily, showing her the screen of my phone. She dropped from her car elegantly. Elena always exudes a strong sense of self-worth, which is evident wherever she goes. “Oh, I am so sorry Gwen. Why don't I get you a new one? And maybe a few bucks as compensation," she said, her sly smile still visible.

"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.

said Gwen, "Thought we were doing this together, finding the kids," said Serena, "No, we have a different goal, see you around," said Gwen, as she made her way to the west leaving them both on the isle of Roman. A lady joined her, as she got away from the sight of the two, "Cayla of Dathomir," said Gwen, "Gweneviere Sautor," said Cayla, "Come here kid," said Gwen, as she enveloped her in a hug, as tears trickled down their faces,

I straightened my back, made sure the webcam did not get an unflattering chin shot, and took a deep breath. The woman on the other side had blonde hair, and also wore red lipstick. She had on a blazer and a blue shirt, and when she saw me she smiled a pearly white smile. "You are Jane Rozen?" She asked me, I quickly nodded. "My name is Gwen, I am one of the people administering the test. Your answers seem to match with the prince's." She paused for a second as I saw her eyes dance over a page she had in front of her. "Have you ever been to Medora before?" Something had changed in her voice, she started off all happy and bubbly, but now she looked more distrusting.

Gwen released Eva from her hug and looked at her face. She is a cute looking young woman who is just a year older than Eva. Her ginger shoulder length hair was tied up in a half up and half down style. Unlike Eva who has a slender, yet curvy body figure, Gwen's body figure was almost like Chole and also a head taller than Eva. Despite the fact that she was a year older than Eva, the way Gwen behaved around Eva also made her look like a younger sister but she had her reason for that.

she said, then began laughing. Sandra grinned. "What's so funny?" Gwen stood up from where she was, dusted her hands, and spat out the blood left in her mouth. She then spread her wings, exposing its full span and to her satisfaction, to Sandra's horror. "Let me reintroduce myself," she said, standing proudly. "I am Gwen, The Abomination." Sandra moved back a bit, horror etched on her face. "Your bluffing," she said. "I have no reason to," Gwen answered, shrugging. "I am destined to defeat your supreme lord. What makes you think you can defeat me?"

He had a sister, A Beta who gladly welcomed her to spend the night. " The latest information is that Gwen's most of the calls and the number in Vivian's call list, are the same. The location of the number is Magree, Swamp Forest. Possibly, the person who used to send emails is someone you might know." " And?" " Gwen's family members are possibly close to Vivian. Last Christmas, Gwen happened to visit her family. And in a photo of their Christmas day, Vivian was there. But most surprisingly, Vivian seemed to be close to a man. I have no data in our database. He isn't a family of Gwen. According to our database!"

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!"

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”