Gwyn Reynolds Novels & Stories

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

ALAN I watch all color drain from her face. Her eyes are laser focused on the stairs, her body trembling from my son’s rejection. I take the time to properly watch her. Button nose, blue-green expressive eyes, heart-shaped lips, thick brows and lashes… Reina Summers is no doubt the prettiest little thing I’ve seen in a while. A pure sight for sore eyes. Her hand goes through her long, pale-blonde hair which spills over her shoulder in loose, careless waves. She says something to me. I don’t register. Her worried gaze returns to the stairs.

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Oliver, talked to him for a few seconds, and then she neared the pilot's side of the copter, leaving her brother in the man's care. Mr. Windstorm was using his shades as usual, but I could definitely feel his eyes on me just like many times before. "Hi, I'm Gwendolyn Windstorm," she introduced herself when she came to my view. "Hello." I shook her hands and smiled. "I'm Rayna Chase. A pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." She shook her head quickly. "Just Gwendolyn, please. I hate being called so formally." The way she dressed and the way she spoke told me otherwise, though.

Amber O'Leary came to a sudden stop as she looked Gwen over from head to toe. "So, it's the incredible Gwen Anderson herself," began Amber as she raised her eyebrows, and smiled slightly. "Also known as 'The Lady in Red', and the 'Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue'. The same girl that's trying to raise enough money to expand a hospital; and all of this as a senior in high school. It appears that you're trying to keep the daughter of the next governor of this state away from Steve Hammer. It even looks like you're ready to fight, if necessary. All of this for that bloody guy sitting behind you, Ms. Anderson? Or may I call you Gwen?"

They must have run toward this place. Then, without looking at my assistants, I finally nodded. "I..." Tears fell again, "Gwyneth Hathaway, former Priestess of Shaman Temple, accepts the proposal of Alpha Devon Guillermo. I am now yours. Your Luna..."

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

I tried to argue, but he cut me off. “Is fake! A fabrication of the Moon Goddess. Evil wolf spirits roam this world, yet she still refuses to acknowledge them. You must control yourself. Remember what your previous mate did to you…” “Understood.” I squeezed my eyes shut. He’s right. Gwen is nothing more than a distraction, a tool to reach my goal. I accepted this duty long ago, and I will fulfill my role as the executioner. *** [Gwyneth]

she finally asked. “I’m Greyson’s personal secretary, Angelique Sloan.” I didn’t make my introduction. I don’t like talking with this woman. Gwynneth stopped walking as she turned around to face me. “Personal secretary? You?” A tiny smirk formed on her lips as she released a soft chuckle. “I doubt that Greyson would take a woman like you as his secretary. And there’s no way that he’d hire someone to be his aid,” she said. “That’s what everyone said,” I uttered.