روايات وقصص ضمن Gwyn Reynolds

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

Then she stands, the action suddenly menacing. She turns around to reveal a pale face. A wooden pendant hangs down a thin neck and her brown hair is secured at her nape in a severe bun. The drab grey gown she wears is complimented by her emotionless expression. "Welcome to Mount Ilya, Gweneth Ryder. Do you choose to renounce your former life and join us in our quest to cleanse the world?" Everything seems to catch up with and the walls start to close in. "No, you sicko!"

After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold. I walked up to Irina's figure with a wooden plank as she layed on the cold floor, struggling in the dirt as she tried to crawl away from me. "So you think that just because Reynold dotes on you and treats you like his little canary...... you can defy me and get away with it." - I toned down my voice a notch, sounding cold and menacing. Embodying the true essence of the villainess in the movie. Irina embodying the role of the favored woman, whimpered struggling to make a sentence.

I could see the flesh wounds were healing but from the bruising on her stomach, I sensed there may be a broken rib we would need to be careful with. She was breathing steadily and that was the main thing. Running over Reid had also shifted, asking how Kate was. “She’s strong and a fighter, I think she may have a broken rib but her other wounds seem to be healing.”. As I looked down, I also saw a broken ankle that was partially healed. Shaking his head, Reid said, “Thank Goddess she was as strong as she was. She trains hard and it’s helped her,” nodding I agree but worried what wounds she suffered that we can’t see.

she said with a charming smile. Elder Gwynn was very beautiful with her tall and trimmed build, blemish-free caramel skin, dark chocolate eyes with specks of green in them, and an elegance that suited royalty. “It’s nice to meet you too,” I said, extending my hand to her. Part of me wanted to wanted to shy away from everyone after they heard everything that was so damn personal, but I would not do that. Kade’s mother owned the strength of her character and used her past to reach people. I would do the same thing, and that started right here and now.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Yates started to say, but Fanny was already on her feet, her face twisted in a mask of pure indignation. "Excuse me, Professor Atkins, but that makes no sense at all!" she shouted, gesturing wildly toward me. "Gwen Casteel is new here. She’s a human—she doesn't even know the terrain! Yates should be with someone who actually knows the woods. Someone like me!"

With a soft voice calling her name recognizing her from their leader, Gwen smiles in excitement and now is even itching for more kills. Then a loud thud echoes the place as a red shoe tap the glass crystal floor, a silhouette of a person with a petite stature with her short red-brown hair that sways up and gently down as she perfectly landed on her feet from the hollow void she created and jumps from. With her recognizable yellow school uniform and marking rank of the Academy she gracefully made her way greeting their leader as the commandment of love.