Gwyn Reynolds Novels & Stories

he pressed gently, his gaze steady on hers. Gwyneth shook her head negatively, her lips clamped shut, not wanting to say more. She went back to being the Enforcer she was meant to be, her face holding no smile, "I'm sorry, Reagan," she said, her voice clipped and formal. "It seems I may have… overstepped my bounds in your presence. An Enforcer cannot afford such… familiarity," she replied politely, the last word tasting bitter on her tongue. She got busy with separating the bodies of the attackers from that of their people.

"He got the better end of the deal if you ask me. Especially because he can control his thirst." "Um... Yeah. Hehe..." Nathan laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "Yes, of course. Control. That's my middle name." Gwyn snorted and I looked at her just in time to see her rolling her eyes at Nathan. She had never seemed more perfect to me than now, she was beautiful, wise, a renowned healer, a good fighter, heck, she had brought her best friend back from the dead. She was probably on a God level shit right now.

Rowan whispers. Gwen smiles gently and winks at him, “ You should trust me, Dad! I'm going to show you the real heir’s game!” “But is she really Lady Nirvana? The most wanted female criminal who killed hundreds of cellmates and ran away from the prison?” Kai asked, staring at Mrs Wordsworth. “ You will get another surprising news that is-!” “ Miss Gwen!” Gwen flinches when she hears a cold and familiar voice. Her head slowly turns towards Derek who has been silent for the whole time.

While their connection may not have flourished as she had hoped, it served as a catalyst for her personal growth and the realization that her journey would be a solitary one, paved with determination and an unwavering belief in her abilities. Gwen's decision to become a rumor specialist marked a pivotal turning point in her career. She found herself delving into a world of clandestine information, gathering secrets that people wanted to keep hidden. It was a niche that suited her well, allowing her to uncover stories that would never see the light of day through conventional journalism. During her foray into this secretive realm, Gwen came across a familiar name: Lyra. Intrigued by the conne

Gwyneth's eyes were bright, crinkling at the corners. She'd never smiled like this at Graham before. Or rather, she had smiled at him this way, but he had never paid any attention to her before. Leanna came out of the kitchen and saw him staring at his phone. She leaned over to take a look. "Oh, the post on Gwyn's Instagram? She looks really good in that coat, doesn't she?" Graham locked his screen and put it on the table. "Yeah."

Reyna looked at herself in the mirror as the maid finished zipping up the back of her evening gown. It was a sleek red number that hugged her curves delicately. She knew William had specifically chosen this gown for the charity gala they were attending that evening, wanting his "wife" to look the part.

“You’re not the only one who’s trying to make sense of what we just saw.” Finally, he turned to me, his eyes blazing with frustration. “You think I’m sulking?” he snapped. “I’m calculating, Elara. There’s a difference.” “Fine,” I said, crossing my arms. “Then maybe you’ve calculated this: Arlene was too sure of herself back there. She knew things she shouldn’t have known.” Damien’s eyes narrowed. “What are you getting at?” I leaned forward, lowering my voice as though the woods themselves might overhear. “Gwendolyn Silverfang. The similarities between her and Arlene are… uncanny.”

Gwen's POV I smooth my hands over the fabric of my dress, a deep purple and shimmering as a diamond. The skirt flares up at the bottom in a sweeping train. It's sleeveless, just enough to be comfortable but still show off my slender figure. My chest is completely exposed, a small round silver pendant dangles from my neck, and I swear, I love how feminine it looks against me. My lips curl into an impish smile when I remember wearing it first. It was my first night with Alpha Ace, including our family and other packs.

“And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.” The sun grew brighter. Dad squeezed my hands as an ecstatic warmth rushed through us. It filled my veins and seized my muscles. My vision filled with a bright white light, as I felt like my feet had come off the ground. We could have been floating miles in the air, but my Dad still gripped me. He didn’t let go until the light faded and my vision cleared. Every wolf in the clearing kneeled. The men, women, old and young. Each one of them bowed their heads.

Gwen's POV “What the heck, Gwen?” Ryker exclaimed, his voice rising above the stunned murmur of the crowd. The room fell silent, the shock evident on every face. Everyone had expected me to choose Ryker, given our families' plans and the supposed closeness between us. But I was determined to make a different choice, one I would not regret. “What? Are you kidding?” My father asked, disbelief clear in his voice. I shook my head firmly. “No, I’m not kidding. I’ve chosen Brian Ramos as my mate. Do you have a problem with that, Father?” My voice was resolute. My father’s face reflected his disappointment, but I refused to be swayed.