Miles X Gwen Fanart Novels & Stories

Gwen, however, remained vigilant, using her vast resources to search for Esmeralda. Gwen's personal guard and goddaughter, Maribel, was fiercely loyal. Orphaned at a young age, Maribel had been raised by Gwen to be her silent weapon and confidante. Maribel's past was marked by a forbidden love for Alaric Royale, whom she met at an elite military institution. When Maribel encountered Elona and her triplets in Country C, she was struck by their resemblance to Alaric.

Beep ! " Seriously? I hate you for being a rock " Arya screamed out and hit her phone on the bed. ………….. Gwen was in the dressing room, she changed into a white sleeveless and a black short skirt that was made of net. The skirt is transparent but she wore black pants inside. After dressing she walked to the makeup room. " Miss, you are so beautiful even without makeup, " The female makeup artist said. " Thank you, " Gwen replied politely. She sat down and the makeup commenced.

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.

She turned slowly, like a predator assessing a threat. Mia also stopped, shifting slightly in front of Gwen. Gwen took one deliberate step toward me. Her eyes darkened in a way that almost looked dangerous. "Are you threatening me?" she asked, her voice low, edged with something that felt very real. I tilted my head, pretending to consider the question. "No," I said. Then reconsidered for half a second. "Not yet." I gave a small shrug. "After all, I don't think you'd want Nick to know who you really are, would you? Gwen Kensington… COO of Kensington Valentia."

Gwen wagged a finger at Anne and remarked “Anne Luckser Vanlimz, it seems that you still don’t know the Tennyson family very well.” “You don't know me very well, either.” Anne shot back, her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Really? as long as I’m interested, nobody can hide anything from me.” Gwen smiled. Anne looked at sharp sharply. Gwen raised her hands as she gazed at Anne. She suddenly smiled and said “If you don’t believe me, I will prove it to you. You have taken good care of yourself and your facial features aren’t shabby. There must be a lot of men who are interested in you. It must be hard to control yourself with that many temptations. Jordan, find out how many times she had cheated .

I covered my face with my hands when she did it again, A gnawing irritation built up within me, causing me to clench my jaw and narrow my gaze at her. Gwen was my mum's choice of partner and Axton's mate's best friend. We dated briefly before I called off the relationship. "What the hell are you doing here, Gwen?" Her lips curled upward like a fat Cheshire cat, displaying a mischievous grin that spread from ear to ear. "Just wanted to keep you company. Is that so wrong?" Her hands went to the zipper of her skimpy sundress and she slid it off her shoulders, exposing the smoothness of her milky skin

Marsha smiled back pretentiously before stomping out of there. Gwen nodded, still smiling as she watched her walk away. Gwen never hid the fact that she did not like her. Even when they were on good terms with her brother, she could barely tolerate her. She could smell a gold-digger and a pick-me from a mile away, and Marsha reeked of the stench. She never cared about her brother; she only cared about the influence it added to her name.

The man cleared his throat and introduced with pride, “Miss Laking, these are my friends. All of them are your loyal fans and have come to Alice’s Table this evening because of you!” Gwen and the others stood up hastily, a little panicky and all over the place. “Miss Laking, nice to meet you. I’m Gwen Gonzalez, your ardent fangirl! I’m a Bella!” Annabelle’s fans had a name—they were called Bellas. Annabelle smiled when she heard it. She reeled her gaze in from Zayn and beamed at Gwen. “Miss Gonzalez, nice to meet you too. Thank you for your support.” Gwen pinked and grew more flustered. “No, no, Miss Laking, you’re so gorgeous. You look even better than you do on TV! It’s really my honor to

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."

Miles had already prepared his explanation, so his expression stayed calm. “Gwen and I are only using each other. She wants control of the Quinn family, and I need her support so I can take over the Owen family business more smoothly.”