Miles X Gwen Fanart Novels & Stories

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."

“Besides, Rebecca was the one working the collectors day and night for this auction. She was gone half of last month. Who knows what she was up to.” Miles's cousin, Gina, was the worst of them. “She’s just some useless artist who knows how to mix paints. What does she know about real art?” Useless artist who knows how to mix paints. I almost laughed out loud. They’d never liked me. Not from the day Miles announced our engagement. But Gina? Who was she to talk? Last time in Vegas, she’d lost three million at the tables and was too scared to tell the family. I was the one who covered her tracks, using my connections to make the debt disappear before her father found out.

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.

Gwen’s bedroom smells like vanilla candles and the faint citrus of her perfume. We’re sprawled on her bed like we used to when we were sixteen—legs tangled under a throw blanket, fairy lights glowing soft above the headboard. Snow has started again outside, tapping the window like impatient fingers. Gwen’s propped on pillows, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos of CK while she talks a mile a minute.

* * Gwen sat by the riverside, picking up stones and throwing them into the water. She drew her legs to her chest and rested her cheek on her knees signing sadly. She knew that there was something wrong with Eleanor and it's disheartening that she doesn't want to share it with her. She understands that Eleanor might not want to disturb her with her problems but what are friends for? They've been friends ever since they were little and never failed in sharing their secrets with themselves, even the deepest ones. Gwen smiled as she remembered how they would sit on the tree behind Eleanor's cottage and talk about a lot of stuffs. They would spend a lot of time there laughing like never before.

------------ Forgive my rudeness, I cannot abide useless people. -Marcel. ------------ Marcel rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't even let you near me or her, go play your little games on those idiots out there." Gwen's hair flew as if she wanted to stone Marcel like Medusa, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, it's just that I have more toys to play with heh~" As Gwen said she thought about Dolores's face. Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples.