Novel & Cerita John Gwynne Books

Gwynn wouldn’t have to go through such torture if it wasn’t for him. Noah was such a heartless monster! … Dawn broke over the horizon by the time everything drew to a close. Gwynn lay on the bed. Her slender body was defaced with all sorts of bruises and hickeys from last night’s crazed sexes. She was deathly quiet, even her breathing was so soft that he almost couldn’t hear it. She was staring off into space. There wasn’t any light in her eyes. Her voice was husky when she asked, “Are you done? Can I leave now?”

She read the title repeatedly, wondering why the book was there and who it belonged to. “Is this Grandpa’s book? Or does it belong to one of the staff?” she murmured. “A book about marital harmony? There’s no way this just appeared in the house out of nowhere.” Curious, Gwen began reading from the first page. She discovered many new insights, continuing to read even when Mayden returned with her drink. “What are you reading?” Dominic asked as he sat across from her. “It’s a secret,” Gwen replied briefly, still engrossed in the book. Dominic, curious, snatched the book from her hands. He smiled when he saw what she was reading.

Gwen told her everything, including the reason why she had ran back up here in the first place. "No. Your King can keep his emergency invite. I don't want to see him." ((Hello, readers! I'm writing a new book, "The Kings' Human. Please check my page @at_imagination on i*******m or Author AT_Imagination on F******k for more information. The book is in a competition and I will be needing all your support. Thank you.))

He handed me his card. Wendell, G.H.I. Cryptozoologist and Parapsychologist Below was a phone number. “Descendants of the Moon,” he said again. I looked up and saw him with my book in his hand. “This is the first in a series of three books, actually. Its guardian resides in Name.” I was shocked, “What did you say? The guardian of the book?” "Yes. The guardian of the book. She is very old. They say he moved there years ago. Her name is Eleanor Epifana Winchester,” he said.

I say with a shit eating grin that has Everett blushing again. "Don't you say shit about her to them." He says firmly. I chuckle, but nod in agreement. "Fine. We'll try it out. I still can't believe this book is a romance. This dude looks like fucking Thor." I say, pointing to the cover. "Pfft. Thor wishes." Gwen says as she ambles towards us, clearly enjoying our discomfort. "What are you talking about?" I ask.

I tried to look for the name of the Prince of Cainya, after all, I am to marry him, and I don't know his name. I finally found his name G. Porter Rowen the Crown Prince of Cainya. 'So that is his name.' I thought. 'G. Porter, I wonder what the G stands for?' I thought to myself. 'Does everyone just call him Porter?' Wow, my mind was going a mile a minute here. I just skipped around in the book and decided just to ask. “Luziann? Might I just skip the other subject today and focus on reading this book in my room?” I asked I want to dig into this book.

"Few people know about this book. How do you know about it?" "Caroline's husband told her about it." Gwen held a measure of unconscious pride, the kind a mother would have for her son-in-law. "He recommended all of these books." Adrian regarded the books in the shopping cart. After a long while, he looked back up. "He's an old hand at this. Can I ask what company he's the director of?" Gwen and Caroline exchanged a glance. In the end, Gwen said, "He's not a director. He's just a regular office employee."

Gwen’s POV: The Blackwood night was drizzling, wrapped in a thick, heavy fog. The main avenue stretched out completely deserted, devoid of a single soul. Standing beneath the yellow, flickering glow of a streetlamp, I looked up at the bleak, gray sky and gently ran my fingers through my white hair. Tonight, I was empty-handed and cast out, yet my chest felt lighter and more brimming with vitality than ever before. The ruthless world of Blackwood was out there waiting for me. But the fragile, weak Gwendolyn had already died beneath the lake last night. Now, a new chapter was officially beginning.

"Do you know this man, Gwen?" "Not entirely." Gwen admitted softly. As she sat down, her gaze drifted towards the man who stood before them. "But I do know of him. I meant with him at Rosethorn Hill, at dear Lucy's wedding. He… he gave me the first note I ever received." She confessed. He had followed her and given it to her when no one else was there. "I am John Macquoid" "John Macquoid." Gwen repeated with a whisper. It was an unusual name.

I like her initial aura and the soft warm vibes that I was getting from her so far. She looked up from the book she was reading, her blue blue eyes brightened like polished gems, her pretty pink lips stretched into a warm smile. "Oh, hello, I'm so sorry." She tried to explain. "I came to check on you and I saw Charlotte Bronte on your desk and I just had to take a peek. I'm obsessed with Charlotte Bronte." "No worries. It's fine." I assured her. She stretched out her hands for a handshake. "I'm Gwyn."