Gwyn Reynolds Novels & Stories

At least they won't be lonely. As I awoke in this new body, I absorbed the memories of the original Gwyneth. If I had to sum her up in one phrase, “femme fatale” would fit perfectly. The original Gwyneth was breathtakingly beautiful—truly, when I first read her description I could totally not imagine her, just a blank face but surely is pretty. But seeing her now, in the flesh, I had never encountered anyone more stunning. She embodied both grace and allure, exuding an effortless charm that drew people in.

When she was sure she would succeed in humiliating me like she had in the past. Too bad, I'm not Raina the pushover anymore. Gwen’s eyes were red, and her mascara had made dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Silas denying her must have been a huge blow if she didn’t care about her appearance. Gwen was someone who always cared about her looks..

My stomach has started swirling with an emotion I'm not ready to acknowledge yet. The worry in his eyes is evident. "She has no idea who or what she is, but its Tegwen, Cain." I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach, my breath stolen from me as his words register. "The Rogue with the humans, is Tegwen."

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

she responded. The door opened and Colfre emerged. He wears a white flexible armor with the emblem of Hymir on his chest, wearing black inner clothes and a black cloak that he usually wears when he is in rotations. He has a wrapper in his left arm the same color as her peach nightgown. He put his right hand on his chest and bowed as he went near his queen’s bed. “The bath is ready, my queen.” Morrigan nodded and slid out of her bed, Colfre watched her intently. His eyes never leaving the woman in front of him, he watches as Morrigan’s long raven locks sway with her hips and her nightgown dances with the graceful strides of his queen.

the lady added. “So you did cheat on your girlfriend?” I snapped coming inside the room, my fist clenched in anger. “Micheal,” Allen called. His mouth open in shock. “You shouldn't be here.” “You were the one that cheated on her and you made me frame her, do you have any idea the damage you have caused, no…that I have done to that innocent woman,” I paused, turning to the lady. “Who are you?” I questioned walking closer to her. “Joan?” I called.

It was disconcerting. I looked out of the window as we flew over the Atlantic, trying to ignore the pain in my body. I had refused painkillers because I wanted to be alert. Much as I thought it unwarranted, Natasha’s caution was infectious. I was pretty sure there’d be no trouble but I wouldn’t bet my life – or Irina’s – on it. She came in and sat on the bed, clad in a beautiful cashmere sweater, the color of her eyes and hair and blue jeans with black boots. A graceful swan, hands clasped around her crossed knee, her eyes sharp as they raked over my prone frame.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

"Well, who would have thought I would one day see my son in the kitchen, cooking," Gwen didn't know why her heart skipped a beat at the female voice but it did and her breaths hitched for a moment as she finally noticed the other woman who walked in with Luna Yaletha. Gwen didn't need to be a genius to know who she was as her eyes flicked between Syrin and the beautiful woman with sparkling red hair and honey-like hazel eyes. She broke out from her trance and ducked her head. "Luna Nordika,"

“Finley made a mistake. He thought Emlyn was our mate, but she can’t be. Gwendolyn is.” I look down at my mate. She’s not the type of girl I’ve ever found attractive. If you had asked me to describe her before, I would have said she has mousy brown hair and shit brown eyes, nothing like Emlyn's rich chocolate brown hair or sparkling amber eyes. Gwen doesn’t even look like she’s a fighter or has been in warrior training for years. If I saw her before, I would never have given her a second glance, but the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. There’s a reason she’s my mate.