Gwyn Reynolds Novels & Stories

I mouthed as he walked past slowly. Aurora Reynolds. She was small and curvy for an alpha at only 5 ft. 5. She had big green eyes and long blonde hair that curled in the most irritatingly perfect way. She always wore dresses that Dylan would have said were scandalous, flaunting her curves and showing off far more tanned skin than needed. She looked like a rockstar, and the way she carried herself made her look chic and elegant in a way I could never pull off if I even tried.

“He will come around after seeing the stress you will pass through “ Miss yen said for Gwen to nod. She sat down on her bed sighing as she wished deep down, she is carrying Aaron McNair child not an unknown injected sperm. She don’t know why she desperately wants Aaron but from the day she saw him at their family dinner, she wanted everything about him. His cold aura, the intimidating presence, his well carved jawline and his beautiful thick lips. Gwen blush as she imagined Aaron dark brown eyes starring into her own, she could remember when she stripped him off and his beautiful masculine body was so warm and soft. His member was big enough only if it rises that day she would have had the b

"I'm here trying to rest; you guys are fighting like cat and mouse." "Sorry babe," Daniel replied, hugging Grace by rubbing her back gently. "What happened to you? Why are you so pale?" "Can we all sit first," I nodded, taking a seat beside Rachel as Daniel passed a glass of water to Grace, who she gladly accepted, giving him small but gentle.

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

"it's been five minutes peter, what are you still doing in there honey?" called the average lady about thirty years knocking on the men's restroom door. On her right stood a young girl about the age of nine. Brunette long ponytail, dark green eyes and thin lips. The woman groomed in a short purple dress, a long black coat and black heels. Curly blonde hair that went down her shoulders, light blue eyes and goldilocks lips. on her left held a small purple hand bag and smart cellphone.

I nodded. Before I could make it to the white leather sofa to wait, an Amazonian blonde sashayed out of the Greyson's office, grinning like she'd just had the best sex of her life. She paused as she past me, casting her gaze down my podgy body. Her freckled nose curled in disgust. "Send Miss Smithson in." Greyson barked through the intercom. I turned to Mabel, raising my eyebrows with a slight smile. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach.

After their last interview, Layla instantly recognized that voice. Her brows knit together ever so slightly. “What’s Gwen doing here?” she wondered. Sure enough, Gwen strolled up beside her, arms folded, eyes glinting with mock curiosity as she gave Felix a slow once-over. “You must be Felix Perry, right? Hi, I’m Gwen Harris. These days, I work as a reporter. “I actually caught wind of something about you recently—a little scandal involving a woman showing up at your family’s estate? Juicy stuff. Care to give me a quote or two? I’d love to share it with my team.”