Miles And Gwen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I was only attacked by him twice. That’s not always.” Gwen rolled her eyes. Air brushed her bangs. “Fine. Whatever. But that ‘twice’ was also the two encounters of you on him.” She made sense. If Marvel attacked me again, he has the motive to hurt me. I don’t have to think about him that much. I can avoid him, but the thought circling in my mind about Mila and the possible truth about the death of Mom and Dad was inevitable to distance myself away from. … I was surprised that after my last class, Gelo was waiting for me outside our classroom. Gwen teasingly smiled because of that.

Are you going to make it? Gwen responded to paleface with an exaggerated tone of despondency, saying, "All right, paleface." "Let's just get it out of the way." Gwen came to the realization that Melissa was correct as they were climbing into Melissa's red Volkswagen Jetta and driving to the club. It wouldn't hurt for her to get out there and enjoy herself while she still could.

Sean could feel a migraine forming the moment he saw Mia. He couldn't have cared less if it hadn't been for the fact that she was just 18 years old and unfamiliar with this place. This was her first time traveling abroad, too. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Gwen's expression was her usual one. Standing behind her, he wrapped a hand around her waist and said, "Morning." Gwen stiffened and glanced at his hand around her hip. The corners of her lips tilted up into a smile.

“Says the person who always seeks me out. When have I ever approached you in all the times we have butted heads? Like just now, you came to me. You in love with me or something?” Gwen didn’t even bother to look at Ace. She was sure that he had an incredulous expression on his face, but in order to prevent herself from laughing out loud, she kept herself straight. She did not hear noises from him. “Did I shock you stupid?” Gwen smirked. “I’ll take that as a win.” And again there was more silence. At some point, she suspected that he had left but Gwen was too lazy to open her eyes to check. If she could spend her five hours like this, then she would be grateful to the General for issuing this

I'm working my image out on becoming a somebody, and I I have fans, but for someone on Mick Vines' level, I'll always be a nobody. I smile and extend my hand. —Gwen Wix. His eyes narrow as he squeezes my outstretched hand. “I heard your name. Why did I hear your name? I'm stunned that there isn't even a hint of recognition in him. My stomach turns into big waves, and Tana jumps, sparing me the argument, whatever the explanation is about to fall from my lips. “I caught Gwen in the checkout line while we talked about how unpleasant it is to be in front of a gossip magazine.

Gwen is being put with the top medical team, even the top witches and feys; anyone that can help but nothing works. Nothing slows the poison from spreading. Nothing at all. Finn, my sister and I try all we can but still nothing. We all know what’s going to happen and there’s no way to escape it. Gwen’s time is ticking like a clock and she knows it, so she calls in every person that she has ever known. Everyone that she cares about and she says her goodbyes.

Gwen’s propped on pillows, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos of CK while she talks a mile a minute. “…and remember when he used to sneak us into the community pool after hours? God, he was so reckless back then. Blonde hair flopping everywhere, always grinning like trouble was his middle name.” She laughs, nostalgic and bright. “Now look at him—law school done, beard, all serious and broody. Hotter, though. Don’t you think?” I force a smile, stomach knotted. “Yeah. Different vibe.” She sighs dreamily. “I still can’t believe he’s back. Even if it’s just for a week. I mean, what if this is it? What if he finally sees me as more than the little sister type?”

Miles asks. "Fourteen," I reply. He nods and runs his thumb gently over my cheek. "I'm sixteen," he says. "In two years, I'll meet my wolf." I already know that. I know everything about Miles, his age, his favorite subjects, his birthday, the way he rubs the back of his neck when he is nervous. He is my secret wish, the boy I dream will someday rescue me. I hope he will end up being my true mate and sweep me away from my mother like some kind of knight in shining armor. But I don't say any of that. I just nod quietly.

"Gwen has been sleeping with Deacon for the longest time and got pregnant with his child long before our wedding. It's going to be your first-ever grandchild. Shouldn't you be a little more concerned about it instead, hm? "Oh, my bad. This is just a bastard kid between a woman and her brother-in-law. I bet you'd be humiliated anyway if word ever got out about the child's background." I could imagine just how white Mom was turning at the other end of the line. She shrieked, "That's nonsense! Impossible! Deacon and Gwen would never do that sort of thing!" "You don't believe me? That's fine. You're going to find out very soon anyway. Nothing's impossible, you know?"

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!