Gwyn Reynolds Novels & Stories

Another season awaits anyway. When there is a knock upon the door, that is when Gwyneth was prompted in herself to return to reality. She must hide the logo of Leal Vetement before Grant might catch her having one. “Miss Gwyneth? Sir Oneil has already arrived. He’s calling you,” the maid announced from the door. “Alright, let me change first,” Gwyneth said. But she made sure that Jacques’ gifts were well-hidden before any of the staff of the house would notice. This will be her best suit in the closing ceremony of the Grand Prix.

Come in," She whispered to only her hearing. The knock sounded again. When Caitlyn didn't give a response, it opened to reveal a pretty chubby lady dressed corporately. "I knocked twice, miss Caitlyn," She said as she walked in and stood before Caitlyn whose head was bowed. "Miss Caitlyn?" The lady called, raising her voice a little higher. Caitlyn slowly raised her head to reveal a face stained with tears that were still pouring. The lady gasped. "What's the matter, miss Caitlyn?" She was indeed surprised to see Caitlyn in such a condition. The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con

Sweat beaded on Gwyn’s forehead, her already pale face growing paler by the second. Just when Lev could no longer endure it, Gwyn stopped moving. Her eyes widened in shock, unshed tears gathering before she rushed toward him and grabbed his arms. Lev’s expression darkened instantly. He hated the distressed look on his daughter’s face. He had never seen Gwyn on the verge of tears—not when she suffered through the pain of her Gift manifesting, or enduring the strain of the mate bond forming, or even when he found her curled up in the garden, wounded and bleeding.

That little scene seized Ellaine’s attention away from the Virsathen tree. His arms wrapped around the woman’s waist, “You didn’t need to worry. After all, I’m the greatest warrior of Lenriad.” Ellaine’s eyes went keen. Finrod was.. smiling. And his eyes sparked too, looks like he’s gentle around that woman. Her eyes shifted to her. She was beautiful indeed. She had curly brown hair that matches her eyes. Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod.

"Gwen, we already paid off Stefan, and he's long gone. What more can Aspen and her people possibly do?" Gwyneth studied her carefully applied makeup in the mirror, checking every detail until she was satisfied with her flawless appearance. Only then did she turn around gracefully and walk over to Zac. She tapped his forehead with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "You know what your problem is? You don't have enough nerve to pull off anything big." Zac pouted slightly at being scolded, mumbling defensively, "I'm just being careful. Better safe than sorry, right?"

The entire way home, I had thought of her, and this scene right now, told me that she had not only taken on my challenge, she had pushed it even further. I closed the door slowly, then leaned against it, soaking in the view before me. “You’re late.” It came from the shadows, filled with partial chiding. She came out of the shadows, and my breath hitched in my throat. Gwen was the most gorgeous woman I had ever set my eyes on. She looked so soft, like a blooming rose that was spreading out its petals. Her hair was loose, and flowed down her back in tresses. Her lips looked even redder than I recalled but the color wasn’t too sharp. It complemented her rosy cheek and she presented a look of a

“Excuse me. Looks like you 're pretty relaxed for an F-tier, huh?” She was none other than Gwyneth. She was a young woman with a bright expression. However, upon asking, she was actually trying to act nervous for my sake. She is a D-tier, and her role in the party was to protect me, so she is trying to build a connection.

“I'll donate my blood right now.” Ruth nodded. “Doctor Louise has already—” At that moment, Gwyneth gently took Eirene’s hand, cutting Ruth off mid-sentence. Eirene jumped and turned her head. Gwyneth looked at her with a deep, almost piercing gaze. Her touch was not arrogant, yet it froze Eirene in place. “Eirene.” Eirene swallowed. “Who are you?” “I am Gwyneth Vanderbilt,” Gwyneth replied, introducing herself. “The Sacred Elder of the Velmora Pack.”