Miles X Gwen Fanart Novels & Stories

* * 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.

Once Scarlett was gone, Gwen’s expression turned slightly apologetic. “William, I didn’t expect someone to snap photos while I was talking to Miss Xander. If it caused her any trouble, I’ll make sure to apologize in person. “I know who took them. I’ll explain everything to Miss Xander myself,” she added calmly. Gwen had worked in media for years and her eye for details was sharp. The angle of the photos came from behind her, and the shots were steady and clear, meaning the person taking them wasn’t hiding or afraid of being seen. That made it highly likely the photographer was someone familiar.

He slides it toward Gwen. Gwen opens it. She looks at the pages and her face does something I haven’t seen it do in a long time. She closes the sketchbook and looks up at Damien. “She hasn’t drawn anything in six years,” she says. “I know,” he says. Gwen looks at me. I look back at her and I don’t say anything because there is nothing to say that the sketchbook hasn’t already said. She puts her mug down on the counter. “I’m going to get my bag,” she says and walks out of the kitchen.

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol

Pausing for a moment as if sensing her displeasure, Helen shrugged innocently, "Don't worry, though—I'm your loyal fan, and I mean no harm. All I feel toward you is admiration." "And yet, your behavior has severely affected my life." Gwyneth appeared unmoved, her fingers tapping on the table even as an idea occurred to her. "And did you think you're Niki's only fan? I don't mind telling you that my art resembles hers because I often emulate her work." The sudden bombshell left Helen appearing bewildered for once. "You mean you're her fan too?"

When Gwen clears her throat as a cue for me to speak, I turn to her and smile, “I didn’t know you work as an assistant to an agent. Does Dad know? Because I think you told him you were working somewhere else. I just don’t remember where.” Her smile gets plastered on her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Okay,” I just say, pretending to look around when in reality, I just want to wallop her head and run downstairs to tell Mikhail to get out of here. “Do you get commission when Jane makes a sale?” “Yes,” Gwen says, trying to make her tone light but her annoyance is simmering to the surface. “Yes, I do make lots of commission.” “Okay,” I say again, this time not adding anything m

but I'm much happier playing Trivial Pursuit, don't worry. It turned out that Gwen was extremely good at Trivial Pursuit. And it was exactly because of her wide interests in art and reading a lot of books. She didn't just see the arts as part of her reading a lot of books; she also knew a lot about sports and entertainment. She knew a huge number of completely useless facts!

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an

The third one answered. "It tastes delicious." The second one said as he sipped his coffee in pure joy. ********** Gwen drove back home in her bike and parked her ride in the garage beside Gia and Giselle's cars. "You're back already?" Gia asked munching on the popcorn as all of them watched a movie. "I said I will be back soon." Gwen said joining them. Gwen had been away for an hour before being back home. The thirty minutes were spent in Brandon's house while the rest up above. Time flies fast up above, so it didn't matter in their plane.