Miles Morales Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

"It seems like everyone thinks you've lost your marbles." "That I may have lost many years ago," she said before turning back to the man. Although she was not uncomfortable with his expression or the way he smelled, the more she looked at him, the less she of a threat she thought he was. For years Gwen had trained with Mr. Rickeys while fantasizing about murder. She was practically fearless at this point. "What is your name sir?" she asked the man. "So that I know how to address you." "General Zackary Maverick," he said.

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

I voiced my doubts, still frowning. Gwen looked confused at my words, she titled her head as she informed me, “He? Cary is- Cary is a girl. The one I worked I with, we both were female shifters.” “What? That means we were dealing with two imposters!” I announced and looked at the hall way behind me. Gwen nodded and asked finally, “Can I know your name as well?” I shook my head at my stupidity. I didn’t even told her my name? Then I nodded and finally told her, “Yeah, sorry, it’s Cynthia! Cynthia Langston but you can call me Thia if you want.”

She asked. Just then, she saw the sentinels pushing Stefan, Riley, Reina and Celine towards them. Maya was puzzled. "What's going on?" She asked in perplexity. "They abducted me and tried to kill me," Gwen said and Maya gasped in shock. Grey advanced towards them. "These people in front of you have been part of a plot from the beginning. Everything about Stefan, that's his real name that happened was staged," he said and Maya could not believe what she was hearing.

I grabbed my bag and stood up. But just as I was about to leave, Jenny's phone dinged again. She read the message and her eyes widened. "Wait, there's... another opportunity, Miss." I arched a brow. "What is it?" Jenny looked up. "Grayford Creations just reached out. They want a collaboration with Jim Summerbell, Miss Gwen." I blinked, then turned fully to her. "The Grayford Creations fashion house?" She nodded. "Yes. And here's the catch, it was Mr. Lucas Grayford who reached out and emailed our company."

We ate our dessert while waiting for the reply. “On a body. It was tattooed on his dick,” Dax texted. “Ouch,” I said and Duke smiled. MCTM. It couldn’t be that simple. They had money and they weren’t above murder, especially of women. “Miles Cartwright and Trett McDowell,” I said. “Miles ran an escort service and Moon shut him down when he decided to play with Celina.” Several things ran through my mind. “They’re gay. Miles opened an animal club in lower Buckeye.” I held up my left hand. “I thought with these fingers, I might be able to get work there.”

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Another person was waiting. A woman. Lucas narrowed his eyes. The woman removed her hood. Stacy Morgan. The room became silent. Xavier looked at Lucas. “Milord…” Lucas raised his hand. “Don't move.” On the screen, Stacy walked toward the motorcycle. The rider handed her something. She opened it. A small black folder. Then she looked around. The footage ended. Lucas stared at the screen. “Where is that parking facility?” “Eastern Hilton City.” “How far?”

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

However, the unexpected happened. The door opened from the inside, someone pulled her in. "Here she is, Grandpa. She's a bit shy, so I forced her in." Although surprised by the tall man's words next to her, Gwen was relieved that he explained the situation. "During the day, Mr. Jason Cartwright, I am Gwyneth Stewart, or commonly called Gwen, pleased to meet you," she greeted politely. "I came here to—" "So, this is your chosen woman?" Gwen's heart stopped for a moment upon hearing that, and she shifted her attention to the handsome man. "Chosen woman?" she muttered.