John Gwynne Series Novels & Stories

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?”

I was about to politely shut the door in his face so I could get back to Rose, but his last question catches my attention. “No. He told me plenty, but not that.” I whisper. Fuck knows why. “Gwynn wrote them. Apparently, they are biographies, of sorts.” The look on his face betrays his closely guarded feelings. Braydon doesn’t do well in uncharted waters, he has one of those minds that can’t rest or function at its best unless he knows a situation inside and out, but when he knows what he needs to, he shines brighter than anyone.

It wasn’t what she was expecting at all. And neither was the seemingly lone resident of the suite tonight. Because when the man turned around, it wasn’t the face of Cole Godwin Amberleigh saw. But rather a face she’d only seen in tabloids and magazine covers before. His son, Grayson fuckin’ Godwin, was fixing himself a drink. And he was even hotter in the flesh. Like instant-pussy-leaking gorgeous.

and his mother being kidnapped when he was young, not wanting to remember at all. Now, Harry had to go through such a terrifying memory again, thinking about it, there was uncontrollable anger in his heart. Carwyn Levi brushed past Caroline Elizabeth, completely unconcerned with her pitiful gaze, straight out of the barn, as if she were completely unworthy of his attention. “Carwyn Levi! Please, do not go! Don't leave me! I love you!” Behind Caroline Elizabeth's mournful cries, echoed through the deserted warehouse. Grainne followed Carwyn Levi closely, and as soon as she came out of the gate, she discovered two black cars parked in the place where there was no traffic that she had just ent

I just want to thank everyone who has come with me on this fluff/adventure/romance of a journey. Although not my first novel, it is one of my first straight-pairings and although I feared Gwen would either be too whiny or hyper, I am glad to see some people enjoyed her personality. I wanted to make her dependable by the end of the book, so I hope I pulled that off. Although I won't be getting to the sequel right away, I do plan to write one for this book. It'll focus on Gwen's twin sons, so please keep an eye out for that in the future!

DAMIEN The air in the throne room was thick with tension as I sat back in my ornate chair, staring at the trembling figure before me. The spy I had sent weeks ago, tasked with finding any trace of Gwendolyn, knelt at the foot of my dais, sweat gleaming on his forehead. He had finally returned, his presence stirring a dark curiosity in me. The reports of Gwendolyn’s death had never settled well in my mind. Something about it felt incomplete, as though a vital piece of the puzzle had been deliberately hidden.

Gwyneth replied, subtly flexing her wrist, feeling her dormant muscles awaken as if anticipating a potential need for action. Immersed in his fantasies, Wesley did not notice the impending danger and continued to speak. "I have this strong premonition that your former hubby might actually become a real hubby after a while." The moment Wesley finished speaking, he felt a chilling wind approaching. By the time he realized it, it was too late. "Ah, boss, I was wrong; please forgive me!" Wesley cried, covering his head as Gwyneth's blows rained down on him like a hailstorm, a look of misery on his face.

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]

He had a reasonable understanding of what would happen next, but if he told everyone what he was thinking, they might pass out from dread. "Wait, are you hoping that it is something more fearsome? Like a scorpion or something!?" Those were the first words Gwyneth had uttered in the last five minutes or so. She appeared to be terrified at the moment. And she used to be so upbeat just a few hours ago. Then, what we feared happened, it woke up. For a fact there is someone pulling the strings behind but it's presence is so distant, I could only trace hints of his energy from afar. Based on that it was probably a high-ranking demon in the underworld.

I soon heard their car leave, I heaved out a sigh. Did Gwen say anything to them? Or alert anybody or tell her friends, no she wouldn't. I will just wait for her to come back and question her then find a way to contact Tomas, My second hand man. I need to get over this sh*t as soon as possible, The children of ruins are getting comfortable. And I swear, I will make sure to fuck them up once I return. I fisted my hands. † † † I waited patiently for Gwen to come through the door after she closed up the bakery. She had changed her clothes from earlier, “Hey” she said as she entered.