Novel & Cerita Miles And Gwen Fanfiction

“You misconstrue my words.” No, she didn’t. Beth tightened their hold on each other. “Don’t you ever think about it?” She stared into her sister’s eyes. “For it is all I can think about.” Gwen shook her head. “Many a night I stay up wondering what my life would have been like if he had married me.” She breathed out. “I'm reminded of his rejection and his crude and shameful alliance, and the thought of giving up and crying surfaces.” She smiled again. “But then I think of Mother and Father, Aunt Marrily and Uncle Fitzwilliam. Marriage can’t be all that bad, Beth. Somewhere, it has to be good.”

Gwen had been doing this deliberately, making herself seem lost and helpless, all to unsettle me, to wedge distance between Muriel and me. I needed to bring her to the Raventhorn Pack to make her remember the agreement we made two years ago. Gwen needed to remember her place in my life!

I kissed his cheek before threading my fingers through his thick locks, massaging his scalp in slow circles. “Did you both forget I’m still here?” Gavin whined dramatically. Miles sighed in contentment before finally answering my question. “We have to be at an event tomorrow night, okay? I’m sorry, it slipped my mind. I would have told you earlier.” “It’s okay,” I said, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “Okay, now I really need to get a wife,” Gavin muttered, shaking his head in mock pain. After work, Miles and I went home together. That was unusual. Most nights, I either fell asleep before he got back or he was stuck working late. But tonight, I waited for him.

There was a glint of evil in Gwen's eyes as she circled her desk and jumped onto the surface to sit on it, elegantly crossing her legs. "What we need is to find his Achilles heel." "Achilles Heel." She nodded. "His weakness, Dad. And luckily, I think I've found it." Mr. Aiden rotated his chair to get a better look at his daughter as he watched her curiously. "Say it, honey." Gwen smirked. "Remember the nurse we hired? Fanny? Michel seems to have developed feelings for her." Leader Davies slowly sat up in his chair and immediately put his cigar in the ashtray.

"We will meet next Monday at Catamount, Massachusetts. Your brother will be there. Come with the girl. Alone." Then the line goes dead. I am surrounded by silence. Next Monday is five days from now. I have just five days with Gwen. Then she would become nothing but a distant memory...

It would be a bad idea to lie now because things had already gone south. "I'm thinking." I slumped in the chair in the sitting room. We were home alone. My parents weren't home. "He thinks I'm a fool." Gwen's voice sounded like she was about to cry. "How does he want me to go back to him after his cold rejection?" I watched Gwen pace in silence. Honestly. I felt trapped. If Reginald had somehow kept his desire of having Gwen to himself until after the Lunar Convergence—that's after I and Gwen's agreement had ended, maybe I wouldn't have cared much. Just maybe!

GWEN “As I was saying, I'll ignore the disrespect,Gwen.” Angela spoke slowly, dragging the words as if she wanted me to hang on every single one of them, “the feelings you thought Conan had for you were never what you believed. They were planned from the very beginning. Do you not find it strange, Gwen, how immediately after your rejection you ended up in the Mystic Pack? Do you truly believe that was fate? It was never fate. It was a plan. A carefully laid plan created to bring you here without raising suspicion.”

He stood, and we shook hands; then he was gone. The office door clicked shut, and it was just the two of us in the room. Gwen started to move off my lap. I pulled her back and kissed her, and she made a sound against my mouth that was half protest and half something else, and then she kissed me back and pulled away sharply. "My team," she gasped, and her voice was slightly breathless, which I noted with satisfaction. “They've been waiting since this morning, and we have two days…” she continued.

I ended the call, already moving as I tapped on my phone, calling my guardian, Jeff. "Jeff, it's Gwen. She's in trouble," I said, my voice was tight. “Send me the location; I'd come with you." He said it from the other side of the call. “No need, stay. I don't know how to cover up your being there.” I rolled my eyes as I got into the car and drove out. “No, I can't risk it; I'd be there.” Jeff continued. "Gosh, Jeff, don't reap me off. Stay, it's an order.” I growled.

GWEN's POV Five years later... "Welcome to the Summerbell Villa, Madame Gwen." The wheels of the black SUV rolled to a stop in front of the grand estate, its towering iron gates parting to welcome me home after a few years ago. I let out a quiet breath as I glanced at my daughter, Kira, seated beside me. She was clutching her small stuffed bunny, her big brown eyes, peering out the window in awe. "Mommy," she whispered, her tiny voice filled with wonder. "Where are we?"