Gwenpool Hoodie Novels & Stories

I found them sitting uncomfortably in the kitchen, nursing asteaming cup of coffee each as they listened (or tried to listen) toWilliam telling them an outlandish story. Gwyn was dressed in the whitest cashmere sweater I've ever seenand skin tight leggings and boots of faux leather. Her blonde hairwas tied in a low ponytail at the base of her neck and a pair ofdiamond earrings glistened on her ears. She looked so clean andperfect, like a little angel. Olivia wore a black lacy body suit and black pants with strappyheels. All that black made her cinnamon brown skin stand out andfor once, her golden brown hair with tight spirally coils was spreadout like a Halo around her head.

who hadn't gotten over the human's betrayal, openly glared at her. Gwenna wore a long hooded cloak and her hair was packed up in a bun atop her head. A bandage covered her forehead and temple, wrapping around her head. There were ugly scratches around her neck and her throat was covered with a thin band-aid that was about four inches long. The thin strap matched her skin color, blending with her olive skin tone. One side of her face had turned blue-black, her left eye had a purple ring around it and she had a swollen and cracked lip.

I wondered what it was that she was buying. "Hey, Dyl." A familiar feminine voice distracted me. I looked in front of me to see where the greeting had come from. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw Gwen sitting opposite me. She was wearing a royal blue trenchcoat, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun. Her face told me she wasn't doing that well. She had a bruise on her forehead, and her eyes reflected restlessness and sadness. "Gwen, what on earth are you doing here?”

The grass was indeed long and thick. I spotted her near the patio. She was bending over to pick up a garden glove, and the sight made my mouth go dry. Gwen was wearing a thin white tank top that clung to her heavy breasts and a pair of tight denim shorts that hugged her wide, juicy ass. Her nipples were faintly visible through the fabric. She turned around and smiled at me, her long dark hair falling over one shoulder. “Ralph! You came so fast,” she said, walking toward me. Her hips swayed with every step. “I really appreciate this, I’ve been putting it off for days.”

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.

They were going to have a small party tonight. Several werewolves came out of the house and were seen milling around the packhouse. Gwenna was the first to come to Hugo's house. The ginger-haired woman with freckles on her cheeks was dressed in a brown knit bodycon. She was a doctor in the pack and Dave's confidante as well. Gwenna was surprised when she first saw Angeline. But she immediately helped the luna organize the grilling equipment. "Are you coming too?" Angeline asked, her eyes scanning her appearance up and down.

the clothing seller replied. Gwen frowned in bewilderment. 'That's so bizarre!' With her stomach rumbling, Gwen decided to look for a nearby diner, hoping to grab some meat pies, beef stew, or any proper meal. She spotted a cozy diner near the market entrance close to where she had parked her scooter. Gwen promptly sat down and ordered a traditional Aussie beef stew, a favorite of hers—strictly without bean sprouts or extra greens, as she despised vegetables. As she enjoyed her breakfast, Gwen couldn't stop thinking about the old man. It was only now that she realized she needed to ask him a crucial question: how could she return to being Hans’s wife once she had gathered a small fortune?

When I return to the range with my weapon, I notice that more guards and Rexellen pack residents arriving at the training fields to practice their own techniques. Haden and Kellin stand with Theon, and on the side of Haden, a blonde woman with intelligent eyes stand. She's very beautiful, dressed in an extra-large hoodie that nearly runs up to her knees with jeans and chunky, heeled boots. On the hoodie are Japanese cartoon characters designed in a very flashy way, and I realize who that is. Haden's mate. And then it occurs to me. I was going to lose in a sword fight in front of basically everyone I know from the Rexellen pack. The thought fills me with dread and anxiety.

“Are you fucking crazy Gwen? Leave me alone!!!!” Neil yelled at Gwen who is pulling his hoodie from behind irritating him for the past ten minutes. They’re in a bustling shopping mall and because of their commotion they became the centre of attraction. After leaving Wilson’s residence the other day Neil straight went to Gwen’s house where she’s partying hard with a bunch of drunkards of her age who he never met before in three years of their relationship.

At least, in her own perception. Elowen glanced down. Her hoodie was unadorned, black, and frayed thin at the cuffs. Not fashionable, not labeled, not curated. Clean. Known. Hers. It wasn't attempting to impress. No logo screamed for attention. No aesthetic pleaded for approval. It simply was. That, for some reason, made it a target. She shut her locker softly, the metal door closing with a soft clank—such as a held breath being let out. “It’s just a hoodie,” she whispered, her voice low, nearly lost in the noise.